The Cloak by Wing *A short 1 chapter story* Rated K+

The Cloak

Sarah smiled at the black cloak hanging from her closet. For years she'd been trying to steal that from the Lights. Now she had it, and her power would withstand from the Darks. She might be a Dark, but she was no ordinary one. Sarah Valami wanted to shine like no other horrible in deeding Dark in the Shadowrealms. She'd overthrow the Lights and be the master of the Darks as she basked in her victory of power. Sarah knew she'd have more power than any Dark just by that stupid magical cloak and it's baskable power.

But before she could run to her closet and put on the magic cloak and reveal it's power, Bill the Kid snapped his scary, blue eyes at the Dark girl. Bill the Kid was no longer a cute kid. He was a powerful Light warrior. He was amazing in magic, a better magician to be told.

"Hand the cloak back," Bill said, "You know it isn't yours. It's mine."

"It isn't yours you foul master," Sarah snapped, "It is the Lights' Cloak, and you may be a Light, but soon the cloak will be baskable with it's power for the Darks, and I shall obtain that power and be the most powerful Dark of all time."

"Impossible," Bill said, "You foul Magician Maid, Tyson assigned me and said I for the Lights shall obtain the power, Sarah."

"Bill the Kid." Sarah smirked.

"I am no longer a kid. Call me Bill the Teen." Billy snapped, "My last name might be Kid, but I am one of the most dangerous men of all the Lights."

"Too late," Sarah laughed, "I am just about to put on the cloak."

 "Not if I get it back." Bill smiled.

Bill used his mind concentrating reflex of telekeneses to power the cloak to his hand. Sarah was weeping, once again failing the Darks.

Today, Bill Kid is the most powerful Light, withstanding Tyson.