Prologue

His body lay hovering in the air in the middle of the Spirit World. The maroon eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped his lips. Two spirits, one darker than the other, slipped painfully out of his open mouth and his body relaxed slightly. Carsaib came back in control of the male's body, but was unable to move it. This was the spirit world and only spirits could move through it. Living things instantly died if they ever entered, except for those bodies that spirits had taken for their own, the creatures otherwise known as Shades.

The two spirits moved around the immobilized body, examining it carefully and the body's original host watched them with now brown eyes. The darker spirit immediately moved to the gaping wound on his chest and a hiss only Carsaib could hear emanated from it. Two shapes that passed for arms moved from its ever changing form and the hands touched the large wound.

The sword from that Rider had missed his heart, but had broken three ribs, ripped a hole through his left lung, and cracked part of his spine before ripping out of his back. It was by far the worst injury that had sent his body there, and would be the most painful to heal. But he wasn't dead. Oh no, he would be back for his revenge on the blue dragon's Rider.

As the dark spirit's hands entered the wound, the lighter colored spirit began healing the other cuts and bruises he had received from the battle. His body shook with the dark magic that the two spirits were using, and his eyes rolled back into his head from the pain. His spin healed slowly and painfully, and he tried to concentrate on the other wounds that were being healed. The pain was excruciating.

Ever so slowly, his spine healed, then his lung's walls sealed. All the time, his body shook with the pain and other occupants of the Spirit World moved around him. Some spirits helped heal him while others held his convulsing body still. It was a grueling task, and once the final skin cells were mended, he took a great gasp of air.

His body relaxed in its suspended state, and the lighter spirit entered his body through his mouth again. Carsaib put up little resistances. He knew it was futile to fight the spirits now and they would only hurt him more. The darker colored spirit moved in his body afterward. Both spirits latched into his mind, his nerves, and his soul, pushing Carsaib's tiny existence away into an ever locked part of his mind. The Shade's eyes changed to the dark, daunting maroon again, and the magic released, dropping him to the cold ground of the spirit's realm. He waited for the spirits to finish attaching to his nerves and to each other to become one with the host's body. Afterwards, he reached for the magic locked away at the back of his mind. The Shade, Durza, disappeared from the Spirit World and to the land of Alagaësia and to the war that was raging in it.

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Author's Notes: I promise that the chapters will be longer than this, I just had an inspiration and need to get this in. Thank you for reading and please click that sparkling button below for a review. I really encourage critiques, as I KNOW I need to improve my writing skills.