On Halloween night in the sprawling lands of Aden, Zenaku felt something was… off.
The moon over Dark Elf Village glowed a sickly violet, and the wind whispered in languages no spellbook had ever taught. Merchants shuttered their stalls early, muttering about an omen, two shadows walking as one. Zenaku dismissed it at first; superstition was as common as Adena. But when she stepped into the dim armor and weapons shop, she froze.
Standing at the counter, clad in the same armor, with the same stance, the same tilt of the head… was her.
The twin turned slowly, lips curling into a perfect mirror of Zenaku’s own smirk. But her eyes, those eyes were wrong. They shimmered with a pale, hungry glow, like candles burning behind frosted glass. For a heartbeat, the world fell silent. The merchants didn’t seem to notice. No footsteps echoed. No inventory chests clicked open. Just the twin. Waiting.
Zenaku tried to speak, but her voice died in her throat.
The doppelganger stepped forward. When her boots touched the ground, the wood beneath rotted in an instant, spreading like spilled ink. She whispered, barely audible, “Only one shadow belongs to each soul…”
The lights sputtered.
Zenaku raised her staff. The twin raised hers at the same time; mirrored perfectly, but twisted, serrated, slick with something dark that dripped and never hit the floor.
Then the candles went out.
Screams echoed, maybe from Zenaku, maybe from everyone else trapped in the sudden blackness. When the flames flickered back to life, the other version was gone. The floorboards were whole again. But a faint chill lingered, and at Zenaku’s feet lay a single gauntlet…
Identical to her own, except for the faint scratch carved inside the wristplate:
Not done.
Ever since that night, Zenaku’s shadow sometimes lags behind her by half a second. Merchants glance twice. And every Halloween, when the moon turns violet…
Someone whispers behind her ear, in her own voice:
“Only one.”
Character: Zenaku (Lu4 - Pink server)