[ WP ] You live in a world where people 's shadows show who they truly are at their core . Some shadows look like monsters , some look like animals . You are the only person in the world with no shadow .

Children here are only born during the day. And when a child is born in my world the first thing a doctor will do is hold them up to the light of a window -- inspect the shadow they cast. No one believes them to be indicative of anything but personality traits. Someone with a cat shadow - temperamental, an affection for lazy afternoons. Dog shadow - happy, eager. So on and so forth. They're as much generalizations as Libra or Capricorn. Besides, environmental factors and so much more go into shaping a person's future. But everyone has a little'stition in them. And generally speaking, people regarded their shadows as something that would help determine how their life would go. 
 
 
 My mother loves to recount the story of my birth, loves its foreshadowing ( heh ). When I was born, there was a solar eclipse. The day these astronomical events fall on are treated like holidays wherever they're experienced. To be be born during the event itself - where you cast no shadow at all was treated as a good omen. You could, theoretically, be anything at all. And so, out I came as the sun's light was fully blocked and the corona was a bright fiery halo. The room was silent - a special anticipation reserving all words. And slowly the sun emerged. And light came through the window and I... cast nothing at all. The doctor's shadow ( a frog ) held naught but air. A gesture to the heavens. My father likes to interject here in the story, claiming a nurse fainted. I think he's exaggerating. 
 
 `` Highly unusual.'' was the all the doctor said. But there were whispers from the very first day. My mother and father were worried that I would be rejected, labelled a freak. They kept my birth quiet and pondered what my lack of shadow meant in private. My father, the eagle, and my mother, a horse. They delayed introducing to family and friends, fearing judgment and ridicule. 
 
 
 News spread of my birth, of my absent shadow like wild fire. I was hailed a messiah, as a prophet, the coming of a new age of Man. I was called `` The Light''. Of course - there were some who disagreed. They said I did n't have a soul at all, that I was cursed, or that I would become nothing but a murderer, liar, a thief. Freak, savior, Devil, Jesus incarnate. So it went. 
 
 
 As I grew up, it became apparent that my lack of shadow did seemingly indicate much about my personality. I was honest to a fault - I would not, could not lie. There were no `` shadows'' in my speech. One should not here assume that I had gained magical powers in my birth - the ability to distinguish when I was being lied to or some such nonsense. I simply had a personality that was see through, clear of all bad intent. I was fair and moderate in all things. 
 
 
 It would come to pass that my fame would allow me to take on a unique role within society. I studied law, was encouraged at all turns to use my `` inclinations'' to help society. And one day, they began calling me a judge - the Supreme Arbiter. My judgments were considered final, irreproachable. I helped settle small disputes, wars, personal conflicts. And when I was old enough that my shadow, if I had been born with one, would have been stooped with age... another child was born without casting a shadow. Her parents visited me. And I began writing a book, a guide to help her. She could decide not to follow in my footsteps, but everyone has a little'stition in them. She deserved a clear look into her possible future. 
 
 
 ( ( This is my first post, please be gentle. It's been a while since I did any fiction writing, but this is what came to mind. Thanks for the cool prompt! ) ) 
 
 edit: re-reading it, my pacing is pretty bad. sorry that it's so rushed! please let me know where I could expand or slow down or whatever: ) thanks.
