opposing forces - Printable Version

Aerie was laying in the sand, staring off towards the horizon, where the water coming off of the sea cast a mist that almost looked like the water melded into the cave wall way on the other side. Her tail swashed back and forth as she stared at her companion, eyes unreadable.

”Mirac,” she said, ”We've been together a short time. A time well spent doing... nothing. Sure, we killed a few lessons, but aside from that?”

She shrugged and leaned her head on her hand, ”Not really a fulfilling relationship. But I understand you need a wielder, so... I guess I'll leave you somewhere that someone can find you.”

She looked away again, feigning carelessness, but she felt a bit bad. Mirac was, at least to her, a child, but she couldn't stand the chaos this creature radiated, not with how particular she was when it came to what happened to her life.

Mirac, for his part, was engaged in fierce combat with the water. He found himself obsessed with the substance. He was unable to tear it, it yielded before his teeth could grip it, and it tasted funny. It did not have the sharp copper tang of blood or flesh.

"Obey my TEETH, LIQUID!" Mirac snarled. The waves, of course, did not flinch. His magic was useless against him."You meddle with FORCES you cannot UNDERSTAND." Mirac growled, his blade creaking.

He had forgotten Aerie was there, until she began to speak. Mirac's silver-lined pupils darted to the dragon. His blade rose from the water, and he began to speak. "Mirac remembers thoroughly dismantling those lessers, Wielder. It was MOST pleasing."

"Aerie does not wish to..kill once more? What will Aerie do without killing? Where will Aerie go?" The sword had not been alone before, not since the few moments after its hatching. It was not afraid of the idea, for it could not comprehend it. Simply puzzled. It was unsure of what it would do without a wielder. This was, ultimately, an experience it would have to go through sooner or later.

Mirac's jaws clicked. "And wherrre would wielder, er, LEAVE Mirac?" Its eyes flashed. It was confused, wary of the concept at first. But if left alone, it could continue dismantling the fakes that littered the Underforge.

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Aerie looked at Mirac, expressionless, and shrugged, ”Here, I suppose. There are lessers to kill, water to defeat. I on the other hand, will return to my mother. There is nothing for me here, I'm afraid. Unlike you, I don't like needless killing.”

She looked away, tail flopping over her body, eyes half-lidded, ”Perhaps you can remain in the forge. The Blacksmith might enjoy your company, and I'm certain that nowadays he gets traffic, so you could ask one of those fools to wield you.”

”I wish you luck, Mirac,” she said, sitting up, ”Here's hoping that one day you can defeat the ocean.”

"Mother..." Mirac repeated. "What is a...mother? AH!" He said. It clicked easily. "Mother wield Aerie as Aerie wields Mirac! Mirac understands." Mirac's tip dipped in what could be considered a nod.

"Mmmm...Mirac finds the idea of staying within the blacksmith's workshop...enjoyable. Mirac can MAIM the false weapons he keeps." He concluded. "Mirac has decided that AERIE may have its permission to leave." Mirac said.

"One day our contract shall be REBOUND, AERIE. And then, Aerie will know of how MIRAC defeated the OCEAN! How Mirac has SLAIN the enemies of AERIE he finds!" He roared. In his own way, Mirac was giving his goodbye. Mirac turned his blade downward, facing the ocean beneath. "No CREATURE can escape the realms of MIRAC's influence! Be SPLIT, cursed slippery beast without form!"

Black flames lit upon the tip of the sword's blade, and he stabbed himself into the ocean. The water surrounding him bubbled and churned, but the flames were not long-lived. "Foul FUCKER known as the OCEAN!" He cried. "Enjoy the SUFFERING I have WROUGHT!"

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”She takes care of me, she doesn't wield me,” she frowned, ”I have no wielder.”

Aerie watched Mirac attack the ocean again, considering his farewell. She had to roll her eyes. 'His permission'. As if she needed permission.

”Goodbye,” she said simply, ”Maybe we'll meet again, maybe not.”

She shrugged, uncaring, and turned away. She floated upwards, curling her wicked talons up into her belly, her tail waving behind her.

Before leaving, she turned to face Mirac, brows furrowed, ”If you next wielder doesn't suit you, or if you get hurt or something... find me, won't you? I can at least promise shelter. I'll be in the endless cave.”

Without another word of explanation, she snapped her tail like a whip, shooting forward, body weaving like a ribbon as she soared into the sky, needing no wings to fly. She trusted her magic to carry her.