A thrill ran through the body of a lone owl, looking at a scene from afar. Even though it should be safe so high in tree's crown, where it has its hollow, something was not right, you could feel the tension flowing in the cold, winter air.
- So, it is the time - said The Shadow, between loud breaths.
A cigarette was slowly burning out, as the smoke danced with the wind.
- Indeed, it seems so - came the answer, spoken in deep, calm voice.
Under the night sky, filled with thick, dark clouds, it was nearly impossible to spot those two figures, speaking about dangerous matters without the fear and hesitation. Amber eyes. Light blue eyes. Flames so hot that no flesh nor substance could stand a physical contact. Light, glowing aura, warm but not deadly. Evil grin. Steady, emotionless face. Those two; almost a complete opposite, yet friends and fellow-workers.
- We will let them hunt for each other, to sift strong from weaklings. Those who survive shall travel through the abyss, on the road that only the fastest can pass alive - one whispered.
- And then? - asked the other.
- And then, those who overcome all the obstacles shall face us in deadly duels - answered through fearless lips The Shadow, The one-with-frozen-heart, Master of the Games - Truly a Close Encounter, Ha Ha Ha - manic laughter rose into dark sky.