Lilith looked up at the bacon eating Shadowmancy teacher from her dark confines. Anxiety filled her body as she heard his words of starving, “What if she couldn’t get out,” She thought to herself. She knew she had wings but she wanted to play fair, plus she was afraid of what the Shadowmancy teacher and his fanged scarf might do if she didn’t. She stood there in the group of students, feeling claustrophobic, and took a few deep breathes to calm her nerves. She attempted to clear her mind but a million and one thoughts still swarmed her brain in an incoherent jumble of words. She sighed in frustration as she looked up at the slate gray sky. Lilith planted her feet firmly to the ground and shut her eyes tightly as she focused on nothing but the shadow tendril the teacher had pulled out for her.
As Lilith focused on the tendril, to her amazement, it slowly crept its way up the smooth wall of the dark, massive hole where her and her classmates stood. She opened her eyes slightly and to her dismay the tendril fell back down to where it was before she started. She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes again. Once again focusing on the small shadowy tendril she willed it to move across the steep, smooth wall of the hole again. The tendril did as she willed and made its way slowly up the wall like a slithering snake stalking its prey. Lilith took the risk and opened her eyes to see her progress. This time as her eyes slid open the tendril didn’t fall or falter. With a small sound of excitement and pride she beckoned the tendril to continue on its accent outside the hole.
The grayish tendril made its way up and out of the hole, now the only thing Lilith had her mind on was wrapping it around a sturdy looking tree branch. As she looked out the opening of the massive hole she saw many branches, but none looked good enough, until she came across a large, thick branch that hung down low. She forced the tendril of the shadow higher and higher until it reached the tree finally. Lilith concentrated hard on the tendril hoping that it will work correctly. She forced the tendril to wrap around the thick tree branch seven times making sure it will hold up her weight as she climbed.
After she made sure of the sturdiness of the tendril she took hold of it and started to climb as if she was rock climbing, using her feet against the wall to help herself up. She finally reached the lip of the dark hole and crawled out onto the ground, her feeling of claustrophobia and anxiety leaving her body. She lay on the ground for a moment taking in deep breathes of the cool air, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I did it,” She thought to herself, inwardly giving herself praise as she willed the tendril back to her shadow. She stood up and looked at the Shadowmancy teacher with a rather large grin rested on her face.