Party-Squirrel

(Shadow's P.O.V) It was around midnight when I had finally reached the tower. All the lights were off, except Zap's room. She was probably studying or something, but I still had to be quiet so nobody noticed this useless, yet pretty cool helmet I found while I was supposed to be on a mission. My leg was feeling much better by now. It normally takes a few hours for my bones to reform, but it was making good progress. But what would I say if they saw me with the helmet? I couldn't lie to them. I continued arguing with myself down the hall and was at my room before I knew it. I dropped off the helmet right next to my gigantic spoon collection (

(Shadow's P.O.V) It was a long fall I'd say, judging from the huge lack of sunlight besides from my green pulsing leg. It was obviously broken; but hey, nothing that can't be fixed. This weird ability helped out somewhat along my adventures, but hey, you can only do so much with glow stick bones. The soft glow helped me make out what seemed to be weird symbols and old writings on the walls around where I had fallen. I gathered my strength to stand, the thought of getting help being replaced by the wonder of, well whatever all this was. I reached into my bag and pulled out one of the many gadgets I take along just in case. The screen was crac