The shadows shied away from Annika’s touch, seeming to taunt her. They danced around her hand before fading from her completely. Annika opened her eyes, dropped her hands, and pouted. She stared at her father’s shadow knife, still intact even though Annika had been trying to mold the shadow to her will.

Annika crossed her arms and huffed. Jack’s words filtered in, informing her of his struggles, but Annika didn’t understand it. What she did understand was what Jack could do. Now. She wanted to do the same and then improve upon it.

[color=#663399]”See [i]through[/i] shadows? How do you see [i]through[/i] shadows?”[/color] Annika’s voice turned petulant, annoyed with her lack of progress.