Wilbur has a minion!

Shadow the Dhemon


The Storm Escalade
Owner: Trithie

Age: 1 year, 4 weeks, 1 day

Born: October 23rd, 2018

Adopted: 7 months, 1 week, 4 days ago

Adopted: April 10th, 2019

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September 13th


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

Wilbur jumped.

He looked at the mirror and scolded himself. This had been happening too much recently. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, there was nothing in the room with him, nothing was really moving out of the corner of his eye.

Yet it kept happening. Sometimes it was like his reflection in the mirror was moving on its own, a small twitch in the hand or leg, just enough for him to notice. Just a trick of eye, he kept telling himself. But it was unsettling. Perhaps less unsettling than the dark shadows he sometimes saw, there and gone before he even had a chance to blink.

But it was never anything definite, never anything that he couldn’t just write off. It was nothing he could even speak of to anyone else, for fear of being written off as just a little bit crazy.

The day had begun like any other. A little cool and overcast, but nothing unusual. He had gotten ready to leave his home, but as he passed a mirror in the hallway, he’d seen it again. This time, it was blatant. His reflection had waved. Trying to get his attention. He had stopped and stared, for several minutes, but nothing else had happened.

The sense of urgency in the wave, though, had been unsettling.

He returned home that evening, the wave still in the back of his mind. He stopped in front of the same mirror, and sat. He would wait for it to happen again.

Hours passed, and nothing. His eyes were getting heavy, but he tried to stop himself from dozing.

Suddenly, he saw it. A black shadow loomed behind him. He looked over his shoulder, but nothing was there. He looked back to the mirror. His reflection was standing, staring over his shoulder at the darkness that he could still see in the mirror. Condensation was forming on the reflective surface.

His reflection growled, looking fierce and practically the opposite of Wilbur’s terror. It reached out and wrote a message to Wilbur. One word.


Wilbur remained frozen for a moment, as his reflection wheeled around and leaped at the dark shadow. This action pulled him back to reality, and he did what his reflection had said. He ran.

He didn’t know where he was running, but he didn’t stop, not for a long time. But eventually he did.

After that day, the shadows in the mirror were gone.

However, so was his reflection. He never saw it again.

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