The Secret Life of Him

Omaha City, Nebraska State

It was noon, and the moon was waxing crescent in Simmon Street, Omaha City, Nebraska State. Clark had just finished his meal of Cornish hen with wild rice and carrots.

He waggled outside of his cottage which was situated in an area abridged of people inhabiting the streets.

He gazed at the dark woods before him and heard the wood ring with shrill cries of the birds that hovered around.

A huge grin appeared on his face because he knew that they were bats cowering away from the scene because of his presence.

All of a sudden, his eyes twitched in terror at the horrendous figure that was before him and he cringed in fear.

His heart pounded in distress as he began to weigh the nefarious creature.

"Ooh my gosh!" He flinched backwards in fear as he headed to pick up the broom that lay at a designated area on the porch of the house.

The giant lizard-like creature waggled around, squinting at him dreadfully. He suddenly had a clearer view of the creature and noticed its red eyes and large body and gulped down his spit.

"What the hell do I do now?" He exclaimed as he flinched backwards, once more, appalled and slumped on the platform of the porch of his house.

The creature growled at him impatiently and disappointedly as if it was expecting him to attack first, then it hoodwinked him about the direction he was to make the attack, making Clark more bewildered that he had to slump on the floor.

The only identity Clark had was the fact that he had lost his parents to some kind of monstrosity that he couldn't fathom up till now.

So far, he has decided to move into this town about a few weeks. Even though he had heard rumours about the city being hunted by supernatural beings like monsters and other supernatural creatures, he took the warnings with frivolity.

Although a part of him felt whittled of boldness and bereft of any impending actions to face the beast, he knew he had to somehow summon courage.

The beast leapt at him and he held the broom in defence, but suddenly it was cut down immensely by something hammer-like that went back to the presumed wielder in a swift motion which made him rise briskly on his feet to glance at the irrefutable being that had just saved his life.

He could hear the roaring sound of lightning that hovered around his house which was too subtle to believe.

He gazed in terror at the lifeless body of the beast on the floor, stained with its wine-coloured blood that diffused sporadically around the entrance of his cottage.

He suddenly heard some movements. "Who are you?" His left brow creased in curiousity, as he held his broom still in defence.

"Ooh! Big brother! Just drop the broom. You look so pathetic," A tall silhouette of a man that had a dark figure along with the silhouette of a lady of average size appeared and waggled towards Clark's presence from the dark woods.

He could see them vividly now and saw how tall and intense the face of the man was.

He was indeed handsome and had a fixed stern face and a cape behind him. The lady was very beautiful and she had long curly black hair with a lean physique.

He noticed that the black silhouette he saw of the man was part of his image, as it flipped to his humanoid image briskly which made him gasp in astonishment.

"It's okay big brother. There is no need to fear. I am Frozen Claws and this is Storm Bender," The lady spoke first in a friendly manner.

"What the hell!" He slumped to the floor of the porch of his cottage again after excessively flinching backwards in fear.

"Yes, big brother. We are your siblings and you are our big brother. We have been looking for you and we finally found your scent," Storm Bender beamed with a hopeful smile.

"I can't believe this! How come you bear such names, Storm Bender and Frozen Claws and where the hell are you both from? And why do you claim to be my siblings, when I know that my parents died and I moved on to live a normal life?" Clark snapped at them, pointing his broom at them as a pang of inquisitiveness washed over him.

"That's because you aren't human. We are shadow beings even though we are humanoid and we don't have human names but shadow names," Storm Bender explained but Clark was finding it subtle to believe.

"Dear big brother, you have to believe us when we say that your life is in danger and what you had just encountered is the least of your problems because they are the lowest in rank amongst the several horrendous creatures or beings out there that more of a threat to you," Frozen claws explained.

Clark noticed that Frozen Claw's fingernails were more of claws and they were indeed iced and sharp, so he got the hint of her name.

"Even if what you say is true, why don't I have memories of what you acclaim?" Clark heaved a subtle glint at them. Clark knew that he believed that his real name was Donald Morrison, but he chose to call himself Clark Morrison.

"That's because you reincarnated and you lost all your memories. Enough, it's time I share the memories with you," Storm Bender growled as he moved further to touch Clark.

"Stop! I'm warning you!" Clark caveated, but Storm Bender was too swift, as he used his supernatural speed to move close to him and touched his arms, holding him in a firm stance.

In a blur of shock, Clark was briskly filled with old memories of his past with a particular event in emphasis and he knew that he saw himself in the memory that Storm Bender shared with him.

"Enough! Out of here now!" He yipped under his lungs. "Big brother you have to understand," Storm Bender tried to explain persistently.

"It's enough big brother, let's go and let him cogitate about the memory you have just shown to him," Frozen Claws mused, resisting Storm Bender.

"Alright then," Storm Bender huffed and he and frozen claws held each other until they vanished through a supernatural portal that they both opened with their shadow aura, leaving Clark more terrified.

Clark waggled lamely back into his cottage, pondering about the momentous memory that Storm Bender had shared with him and how he had such abilities to do so.

As he slept that evening in his small room in his cottage, the memories that were shared terrified him further...

The next morning, the sunlight was blatant in the city. In a tall mansion, across the streets, a tall male figure entered the lounge room.

The inhabitants of the mansion could observe that he had a fake smile plastered on his face.

"What's it this time, Benovio?" A female being said as she rose from the lounge she sat on and fluttered her eyelashes in curiosity.

She waggled towards him, clinking her high heels impatiently, and he shook his head in devastation.

"The head of shadow masters under shadow god Humu, the Dragon master was saved by the royals, Circe," Benovio announced with his tone laced with coldness.

Circe stood like a dumb land post and the words of Benovio bubbled tempestuously in her mind.

"Hmm... So it seems his siblings are finally here to rescue him," An average-sized bald being scumbled at the duo as he rose infuriated.

"It appears so, Sacorah. If the royals aid him in reclaiming his lost memories, he will be able to annihilate all the evil shadow masters and beasts of the Lowest ranks, saving all of humanity," Benovio gritted his teeth, facing Sacorah who had just spoken.

"We can't let that happen. We must ensure that the shadow beasts win and humanity is wiped out from the face of the earth, by simply annihilating them all in the city," Circe battered her eyelashes with a huge sigh.

"Of course. That's the fact. This time, we have to send more shadow beasts," Sacorah suggested.

"What are you doing?" A pang of inquisitiveness washed over Circe, as she observed Benovio bob his eyes shut and some red magical dots reflected from his forehead.

"I'm contacting the rest of the shadow beasts," Benovio explained as he concentrated on what he had started...

Frozen claws walked briskly straight down from her master bedroom in the tall huge mansion straight to the lounge room with a glass cup filled with wine.

She used her freezing aura to make the wine cold and swigged it before she settled in the lounge room.

She saw that Storm Bender was waiting for her. She suddenly scowled at him.

"Hey don't give me that look!" Storm Bender scowled back and his shrewd little eyes twinkled roguishly.

"We had to find him out and save him before those beasts get to kill him without his powers and he would have to reincarnate all over again. He is the Dragon master and our head, he had to be educated," Storm Bender mused ignoring Frozen Claw's scolding gaze.

"I know, but you acted too grumpily and annoyingly persistent that you had to share the memories that shouldn't have been shared yet," Frozen claws scrunched her face.

"I know, just leave him, he will remember everything and return to us," Storm Bender said.

A knock was heard on the door and when it was opened a tall beautiful female humanoid being with blonde hair was seen by the beings at the entrance.

"Vivian!" Storm Bender and Frozen Claws announced in unison when they saw her.

"Yeah, I have searched through nook and cranny of everywhere in the city. I can sense he is here, but I haven't seen him. Tell me that you have seen him finally" Vivian fluttered her eyelashes in curiosity as she locked gazed with the both of them out of curiosity and inquisitiveness.