 
                     The Shadow Knight Chronicles 

The Shadow Knight Chronicles  

By Gambit
 
 
 
 
 
_Chapter Four_
 
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What the hell? They know each other? Then thought as he watched Jesse
walk up to Shawn. Then something that completely freaked Ethan out
happened. Shawn fell to one knee and grasped Jesse’s hand, placing a
light kiss on the back of it. “It’s good to see you again, Mistress.”
He said with a sound of awe.
 
 
 
Yeah, I think this is an off the chart weird day. Ethan thought as he
watched the two of them
 
 
 
“Get up Shawn, before the neighbors see you. Act normal, I am no longer
part of the Zone.” She said with a sad smile.
 
 
 
I am gonna ring some answers out of that girl when I get a hold of her.
Ethan thought.
 
 
 
<‘I’ll explain when we’re alone or when your foster-father wants to do
it’> Ethan jumped at the voice in his head. 

 
 
<‘I know you will’> He sent back. For some reason he new instinctively
how to do that. And the message he sent had a little edge to it.
 
 
 
Jesse sent him a look that told him to be patient and to his chagrin,
he felt guilty for being impatient. “Whatever,” He started speaking out
loud. “Can we all go inside now? I want some damn answers.
 
 
 
Shawn gave the boy a stern look for cursing, but Ethan didn’t care,
because he was more than a little pissed at him. He’d been hiding
things from him. Ethan marched straight into the house without looking
back to see if they were coming. He noticed that his hearing was bit
more sensitive and their footsteps were easy to pick up on. He could
zero in on they’re exact location.
 
 
 
He walked right into the living room and stared right at Shawn and
Jesse after he got settled into a recliner. He figured he would less
likely blow up if he were sitting down. “Well? Where are the answers?”
He asked in an almost bark. He saw Jesse flinch and winced inwardly. He
really wasn’t mad at her.
 
 
 
Shawn looked at him with his deep blue eyes. “Before I give you the
answers, I want to give you something that you’re father gave to me. It
was something he owned and wanted to pass down to you.”
 
 
 
I couldn’t have heard that right. Ethan thought. Shawn knew my father?
What kind of sick twisted joke is this.
 
 
 
Shawn walked to the hallway closest and went to the back of it. He
kneeled down and pulled up a corner of the rug and there was a small
black button there. When he pushed the button, the back of the closest
slid to one side, revealing a plethora or daggers and knives. But the
centerpiece was that of a Katana.
 
 
 
The swords handle looked to be in sturdy black leather that had been
polished almost religiously. The sheath was cased in dark black leather
that was well cared for. But it was the head of the dragon that was on
the sword that held Ethan’s interest the most. It was so well detailed
that he knew that it had to have taken hours to make. This head was
right on the butt of the sword. He had thought that Jesse’s was nice,
but this one was much, much better.
 
 
 
Shawn also walked out with a book in his hands. It was a fairly
good-sized book that looked to have over 300 pages in it just by
looking at it and guessing. It was also leather bound and black, with a
symbol of two swords crossed with a ring of fire around them. “What is
all of this about, Dad?”
 
 
 
Shawn let out a sigh of relief. If he was calling him Dad and not
Shawn, he knew that he wasn’t as mad as he thought at first. “Ethan . .
. I want you to listen very carefully. Can you do that for me? Not
interrupt until I am done?”
 
 
 
Ethan noticed Jesse take a crouch beside where he was sitting. She
wanted to listen too. “I promise. Just tell me what the hell is going
on.” Ethan asked in almost a desperate voice. The changes in his body
and mind and now this, well, it was beginning to wear on him.
 
 
 
Shawn walked over to Ethan and handed him the book and the Katana, then
headed back to the middle of the floor, and stood as if he were a bard
about to tell a story. In a way that was exactly the case. Only it
would be a very short story, because he wanted Ethan to learn most of
it on his own.
 
 
 
“First of all, I’d like to tell you what I am. I am known as a Watcher.
I watch over new Shadow Knights until they can look after themselves. I
just lucked out when I found you, in more than one way.”
 
 
 
“So you guys adopted me out of duty?” Ethan asked, hurt in his eyes.
 
 
 
Shawn walked over and knelt beside him. “I’ll be truthful with you,
Ethan. At first, yes, we adopted you out of duty. But after only a few
months I started to love you like my own son,” He stood up again,
looking at Ethan. “When you reach the point of being able to read minds
you will know that this is true.” He added in a matter of fact tone. He
watched Ethan give him an incredulous look at the last sentence.
 
 
 
“Now for the story of your real father. The one that started The Shadow
Knights, and the one that wrote that book you have in your hand. His
name was Dakrin. As far as anybody knows, he is the first Shadow Knight
in existence. Some also say that he was the wisest.”
 
 
 
“In that book you hold, there will be rules to follow and a philosophy
to consider. Because, like it or not son, you are a Shadow Knight, and
soon will be a Master with the right training, and you will be a
leader.” Shawn stated as he sat back down on the couch. “That is all I
have to say about your father, if you want to know more, you had best
read that book in your hand.”
 
 
 
Maybe it was the fates. Maybe it was in his DNA. Maybe he was just
losing his damn mind, but he believed everything that came out of
Shawn’s mouth. “Are you a Shadow Knight?” He asked.
 
 
 
“No, I’m merely a Watcher, that makes sure you survive to maturity. I
do have a small amount of telepathic abilities. They are no where near
that of a Shadow Knight though.”
 
 
 
“What is a Shadow Knight capable of?” He asked, curiosity marring his
teenaged face.
 
 
 
“Many things,“ She murmured. Jesse’s eyes were closed, and she was
scanning the house while the guys talked. What she found surprised her.
There was a Latent listening in.
 
 
 
Jesse cleared her throat as if to say something and Shawn bowed his
head to her superiority. “Shawn, with your permission, I would like to
take Lord Carver to a training cabin in Michigan. There I could teach
and show him what he needs to know. And I believe that you know my
brother Shain. After I can not teach him anymore I’ll take him to
Shain’s Shadow Zone Complex.”
 
 
 
“I received an interesting command while I was gone on business, my
lady. One that said the main Shadow Zone in New Mexico is hunting you.
Are you sure you should be the one that should start his training? If
they find out who he is . . . They know the prophecy.” Shawn replied to
her in a soft voice.
 
 
 
Lord Carver??? What the hell? Prophecy? I need a hell of a lot more
questions answered. That’s for damn sure. He thought. But he also
decided to go with the flow. For some reason--a reason he completely
didn’t understand--he trusted Jesse implicitly. “How long will the
training at the cabin take?” He asked in a neutral voice.
 
 
 
Thank God. He’s taking this better than I would. Jesse thought. “About
a month, give or take. But if I know my brother, he’ll want to train
you for a few months, depending on how quickly you learn. There’s one
more thing, Shawn.” She said with a sad tint to her voice.
 
 
 
Shawn gave her a look that said she had his undivided attention.
 
 
 
“I think it would be best if I take the girl, Tosh, with us. She’s a
Latent,” She then turned to Ethan to explain. “A latent is someone that
has the possibility of becoming a Shadow Knight. But it’s usually upon
first death.”
 
 
 
“First Death?!” Ethan exclaimed.
 
 
 
“Relax. I’ll explain it later, my Lord.” Jesse’s replied in a soothing
voice.
 
 
 
Boy, ‘O, Boy. If I have to ring her scrawny neck I’ll get me some
answers. Ethan thought more than once. Not that he’d actually try to
hurt the pretty Shadow Knight. Then a second thought came to him. The
book in his hands held all the answers he needed, or so it sounded when
they were talking about it. So a guy named Dakrin was my farther. He
thought.
 
 
 
Shawn frowned as if already knowing that fact. “I will allow my
daughter to go, but training two people at once can be hard on a
person. Shouldn’t you consider some help, my Lady?”
 
 
 
Jesse’s pretty face went into that of a frown. “Can I use your phone?” 

 
 
“Of course, my Lady.” Shawn replied as he watched Jesse go to the phone.
 
 
 
“Dad,” Ethan started out. “Why do you call her ‘my lady’ and why the
hell does she call me Lord Carver?” He asked curiously.
 
 
 
“It’s nothing but protocol and etiquette in the Shadow Zone, my son.”
 
 
 
“Then why don’t you call me my Lord?” He replied cheekily.
 
 
 
“Don’t get a big head, Ethan.” Shawn replied with a chuckle.
 
 
 
“Now for the hard part, how do we get Tosh to believe us, and leave her
friends here?” He wasn’t talking about Heather. Ethan was talking on a
more permanent basis. 

 
 
“I won’t use mind control on her.” Ethan stated with ironclad
conviction. “And I won’t let you do it either.” He stated this to
Jesse, while she dialed a number on the phone
 
 
 
“There won’t be any need for that. I thought there was something going
on, and now I know why,” Came Tosh’s voice from midway up the stairs.
“This is way fuckin’ deep.” She said with a very serious face.
 
 
 
“So what’s the answer, half-pint, you going or not?” Ethan asked. His
voice was light, but his insides felt like they were in knots, and the
knots were growing tighter for every second she didn’t answer. He
really didn’t want to leave her behind.
 
 
 
“Where you go I go.” That was her answer, a sweet smile adoring her
face, as she wiped her bangs out of her eyes.
 
 
 
“Then it’s settled, my Lord. When would you like to leave?” Jesse asked
with a cock of her head. She was already coming up with training
exercises for her Lord to go through.
 
 
 
“First things first: Quit calling me Lord. Please, I’m asking this as a
favor, I don’t like it coming from you. If it was from someone I didn’t
know . . . Who knows?” Then he looked at Shawn. “When does Mom get
home?” 

 
 
“She’ll be here in the morning.” Shawn replied. “Are you going to stick
around to say good bye?” He asked. There was definite sadness in the
man’s eyes.
 
 
 
“Yeah, I owe her that.” And so much more. He thought.
 
 
 
 
 
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                                     {Three Hours Later}
 
 
 
 
 
Ethan sat on Tosh’s bed and thanked whatever god was up there that
Heather had gone home when Shawn arrived. He really didn’t want to have
to explain this thing to her, and he wasn’t really sure she should know.
 
 
 
Smiling, Ethan looked over Tosh’s room. The girl never was one for
neatness. The room had all the ‘modern’ conveniences, though. For
instance, a 19” color screen TV and a top of the line computer. The
computer had all the necessities and gadgets. Such as, Digital Cameras,
a Scanner and a web video cam etc. 

 
 
He looked over at Tosh who was sitting at her computer desk. “I can’t
believe we’re leaving this place tomorrow.” She said with a sad sigh.
Then her eyes grew a little hard. “And I can’t believe you kept this
from me! I thought we agreed never to keep anything from one another,
no matter what. Why would you do that?” She exclaimed, jumping to her
feet.
 
 
 
Ethan just closed her eyes while because he knew that she was justified
to yell him. After she finished, he patted a spot on the bed. That was
his signal that he was ready to talk. Tosh did as he told her to, but
grumbled on the way over. Ethan thought that it was kind of cute. But
he wouldn’t dare share that information with her in the mood that she
was in.
 
 
 
“Look. You know I love ya, right? The reason I kept it a secret for so
long was because I didn’t understand it at first,” And I still don’t. 
His thoughts added.
 
 
 
“I guess I can sorta understand that. And I want you to know
something,” She started,” She reached out and pulled him gently to her
lips. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. “That’s didn’t bother you, did
it?”
 
 
 
“Not at all, half-pint. Not at all.”
 
 
 
That was the point where there was a gentle knocking on Tosh’s door.
“Yeah,” She called out. The tone of her voice said that she didn’t like
being interrupted during that moment.
 
 
 
“May I talk to for a minute, my-- Ethan.” She just caught herself just
in time from calling him exactly what he asked her not to do.
 
 
 
“Yeah, sure.” He replied, getting up off the bed. Then he turned to
Tosh. “We’ll finish this conversation later.” A crooked smile was on
his face. It’s just as well we didn’t do anything . . . With Shawn
being in the house and all.
 
 
 
He noticed the narrow eyed look that Tosh gave Jesse, but ignore it. It
was one the lesser problems on his mind. He was going to get his
answers. He stayed quite this long because he didn’t want to be rude.
But he thought that it was time to get his answers, and now.
 
 
 
Walking out in the hall, he looked at Jesse. “Dad set you up in the
guest room?”
 
 
 
“Yeah, Shawn’s a good guy.” She replied with a slight smile. As if she
had a fond memory of his stepfather in the back of her mind.
 
 
 
“Good, we’ll go to your room to talk. It’s time I got some answers.” He
stated in a no nonsense voice.
 
 
 
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When they were in the guest room, Ethan shut the door behind him and
sat right down on the mattress. He noticed that his body was more
sensitive to the smallest things. He didn’t know what to think about it
at the moment. He had one question he wanted to ask first. And he
wanted to look her in the eyes when he asked it.
 
 
 
Since the lights were turned off, Ethan took off his shades and laid
them on his desk. “Take off your shades.” He requested of her. She did
as he bid and laid her mirror plated shades on the nightstand. 

 
 
“Why are you running?” He asked in a completely neutral tone.
 
 
 
“Ah, I knew that question she was coming,” She replied with a smile. A
smile that even a blind man could see was fake; was full of pain. “To
answer that question, I’ll have to tell you about the way the Zone in
New Mexico is run. Its changed a lot since your father was in charge.”
 
 
 
“I’ll tell you the short version, and you can read the rest in Dakrin’s
Chronicles,” She started as she stood up. “You know for a fact that you
can control peoples’ mind with thought alone. But you do not know the
full extent of your capabilities.”
 
 
 
Ethan just sat quietly and listened. “The Knights in New Mexico . . .
Well, there is only one way to describe it. They’re power hungry. They
have already mentally enslaved an entire town of about 2, 000 people.
 
 
 
Ethan grew pale at the thought of someone doing that to an entire town.
 
 
 
Jesse noticed this and was more than a little pleased. “They’re
tracking me because I broke Shadow Code Number One.”
 
 
 
“And what is that?” Ethan asked, shifting in his seat a little.
 
 
 
“I killed one of my own. A Shadow Knight by the name of Jimmy Tomas.”
She said in a matter of fact tone.
 
 
 
Ethan didn’t look disgusted at her at all. And there was a reason for
this. Because in the back of his mind, he knew that she had a good
reason for doing this. But he asked the question anyway, because he
knew that it was expected of him. “Why?” He asked, their supernatural
eyes locking for a moment.
 
 
 
“I’ll show you.” She stated simply, closing her eyes.
 
 
 
The first image he saw was that of a boy carrying a plate of food to a
man that was dressed a lot like what Jesse was, even the sword. The boy
tripped and spilled the food on the man, and with nothing more than a
glance, the boy fell to the ground dead. The Knight was the second to
hit the floor. And that was Jesse’s doing.
 
 
 
“How do you kill a person by just looking at them?” His face was a
little pale at the vivid images he saw. It was almost as if he was
there, there to see the blood squirt from the boys nose before he hit
the ground and went into convulsions.
 
 
 
“One word: and you will need to learn it by heart. Kinetics. There is
energy all around us Ethan,” As if demonstrating she turned in a
complete circle, then looked him back in the eyes. “That’s what sets us
apart from the Normals. We can bend some of the rules of energy to our
will. Some say that Dakrin was able to break it. But I think that’s
just a legend.” She finished, sitting down on the bed.
 
 
 
“By Kinetics, you mean telekinesis. That’s how you killed that guy?”
 
 
 
Jesse nodded an affirmative.
 
 
 
“How do you do it?” He then asked. Ethan was avoiding the question that
he was dreading. What happened to his father.
 
 
 
“You just focus you’re mind and use it as an extension. But I warn you.
It’s like a muscle. You have to keep using it to make it stronger.”
Then she got a twinkle in her eyes and suddenly the chair that Ethan
was sitting in lifted about for feet off the ground.
 
 
 
“Hey!” He barked out.
 
 
 
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” She told him with a look of mischief. “The
one thing about telekinesis, though, you can’t use it on yourself;
meaning you can’t make yourself float. Got it?”
 
 
 
Ethan just nodded. After Ethan was sat back down on the ground and the
fun and antics were over, he got a serious look on his face. “The
changes to my body, what do they mean?”
 
 
 
If the truth were told, that was the last question she wanted to hear.
She knew how many times the boy before her had prayed for death and it
would never come. And now . . . She decided to be blunt. “You’re
immortal. The only thing that can kill you is a bullet to the head,
decapitation, or being ran through the heart with a sword. Other than
that, Ethan, you will never grow old.” She added the last in a soft and
sad tone.
 
 
 
Ethan sat  there for almost two minutes thinking about how he should
feel. And after that he figured out that he didn’t know and decided to
push it to the back of his mind. “Ok, now I know the second biggest
question.”
 
 
 
“What was the first?”
 
 
 
“What happened to my father, Dakrin?” His eyes were filled with
curiosity.
 
 
 
Jesse decided to be blunt again. “Most of the Knights grew tired of his
rules. Like the rule where there where only two Followers allowed to
each Knight. They basically ganged upon him and slaughter him.”
 
 
 
“Followers? You mean slaves?”
 
 
 
“No, slaves do not exactly like where their at. Where as, if a Knight
is good with his or her mental abilities, he or she can make a follower
the happiest person in the world.” She stated with a frown.
 
 
 
“That little boy that the Knight killed . . . He was your follower,
wasn’t he?” He asked as he got out of his chair to move to where she
was sitting on the bed.
 
 
 
A few tears rolled down her face. “Yeah,” Her voice was hoarse. Ethan
did nothing but rock her backward and forward and gave soothing words.
It a few minutes, but the beautiful Shadow Knight finally got her
composure back.
 
 
 
“We had better get some rest, my brother wants us to come straight to
the compound.” She stated in a firm voice, She didn’t trust herself
this close to Ethan. She could feel the wetness between her legs.
 
 
 
Ethan smelt it. He gave her smirk. Whatever you say, Jess. Whatever you
say.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
