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    "Indeed," spoke the woman. "There is no telling when next the sword will choose. It may be ten, a hundred, a thousand years hence."
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    "Hard to say he didn't deserve it," said Gerald, shivering and rubbing a hand over the place where Dr. Who Octopus's weapon had hit him. The woman's eyes grew distant. "Long, long ago, this land was ruled by a just and powerful queen, well loved by all under her rule. But outsiders came and whispered treacherous words in the ear of the queen's daughter, poisoning her mind and turning her against her mother. Taking that sword you now hold, she usurped the throne and locked away the queen's soul in a prison bound to her bloodline by destiny. Ever since, her lineage has brought great darkness upon this world. Heroes have risen against these Dark Lords- some to conquer, some to fall, but all to inevitably fail at preventing the next Dark Lord from rising. Until the Dark Lord is slain by a Chosen One, the queen's soul will remain trapped and the cycle of darkness will continue."
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    "Your majesty," said the nameless advisor, "are you aware of how your family came to possess the throne?"
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    A nameless advisor entered Ivian's presence. He bowed to the king, and checked to make sure no one else was in the room. @Channelknight Fadran
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    X's avatar wasn't actually dead though.
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    "It's a fancier way to say it, I suppose. It just means use as a weapon. Like, for instance, cutting someone's arm off."
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    Her fingers could not approach the wall.
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    X's avatar consumed listlessly.
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    "Well," said the fisherman, "I guess we're stuck here."
  10. xinoehp512

    *sigh* What is the point of it all?

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    2. Condensation

      Condensation

      Life can feel hopeless, but when I feel that way? I like to think of it like a pencil. When it's dull, it feels pointless. So you sharpen it. (Or your friend sharpens it for you.) All of a sudden, the pencil holds almost infinite possibilities! It has a point, and it can use that point for anything you can think of. Every line creates something new, every dot makes a meaning.

      And then we discard the pencil in favour of a keyboard.

    3. AonEne

      AonEne

      I think the point is different for everyone, and I think it is possible to know it in your lifetime. I would find an existence where we were too small to find meaning very sad. 

      It can be hard to decide sometimes, for sure. But there can be multiple points too. Like to love and be happy; that can be a point on its own. 

    4. Zephrun’s Imperium

      Zephrun’s Imperium

      I don't know how I missed this SU, but....

      Xino, I love you so, so much. You mean more to me than you could ever know. I loved meeting up with you so much, seeing you smile and hearing you laugh with me and the water sisters. Filling your cup with water over and over again during the movie, talking about how salt could kill you. That. That is what the point is; enjoying those little moments in the sun. I'm so so sorry your weather has been overcast lately. But I promise you the sun will come out. And when it does, I want to be right there next to you. 

      Remember: I love you when you're light, I love you when you're dark; I love you when you're full and when you're void. 

      You're my best friend, hun. Don't give up. I hope you have a wonderful evening. <3

  11. xinoehp512

    One moment, there was nothing.
    The next, there she was.

    It was no birth in the mortal sense - messy, involved, painful - just a flash of light, and awareness. Clean, simple, and detached. Just like the man who faced her now with a curious gaze.

    “Strange,” he murmured. “Why are you disconnected?”

    In response, unbidden knowledge rising to her lips. “I am not you.”

    She felt the words settle like a cast-iron mold around her, shaping her mind and soul, their truth made incontrovertible by her own declaration. She might have been made from his power, created with intent to be just a different form of him, but she was not just another of his clones. Her will, her identity, her memories were all out of his grasp now.

    She saw that realization cross his eyes, saw his surprise deepen into shock that just as quickly hid itself away.

    “If you are not me,” he said, calm, “then who?”

    She felt the sounds pass her lips without thought. “I am Cynthia Cerelius.”

    She felt the words fall over her in a whir of strokes like a thousand painter’s brushes, each imprinting the smallest touch of color. Each carried a single emotion with it - sadness, joy, fury, contentment, regret, pride, countless others - all spelling out the characters in her autoeponymous command. She gasped. She had a name. She was Cynthia.

    But Cynthia could feel there was something missing. Two statements she had given, shaping and coloring her soul. There needed to be a third- and as soon as the thought entered her mind, she knew what it was.

    “I am your daughter,” she finished.

    Cynthia felt the words explode into her, filling her soul with bright blue light. It sang with freedom, with movement, with touching the sky and escaping into the stars, breaking the limits of dimensional reality. She knew it for what it was; the spirit bound to her father’s soul, reborn in her own. It would need a new name, of course; like herself, it was distinct from the power from which it had been formed. Cirrus, Cynthia thought - and he was named. 

    Her father - Rekaerb - simply stared at her, his mouth agape. 

    “Well,” he finally managed. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

    1. Zephrun’s Imperium

      Zephrun’s Imperium

      Beautiful, Xino. Your writing always impresses me. 

    2. Knight of Iron

      Knight of Iron

      That’s amazing, I’m jealous.

    3. Channelknight Fadran

      Channelknight Fadran

      :0

      I recognize one of those names!

  12. xinoehp512
    X's avatar did not respond. The wound healed over within moments. The fisherman grunted. "Figures," he muttered.
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    The fisherman sniffed. "Fancy meeting you out here." X's avatar said nothing.
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    X's avatar drained with it.
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    @Channelknight Fadran
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    @The Unknown Order @Zephrun's Imperium @Nameless @Knight of Iron @STAG @Szeth Facpalm @Elf_at_heart Final round.
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    Grace looked at Orino's face for a reaction.
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    The walls glowed.
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    Again.
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    Which is where the leftover depression had been funneled.
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    "You used it against Dr. Who Octopus," interjected Gerald. "Remember?" He waved his robotic arm. "That's how we got this." @Condensation
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    "No shattering!" declaimed Woden, and they were there.
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    The woman smiled. "Legend has it that the sword has a mind. Perhaps you wielded it with valor, and it was impressed."
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    Woden's gaze screwed up. "Sand?" he offered.
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    The woman shook her head. "However you got the sword, it has chosen you now... I can feel your bond to it. To you, it is a weapon capable of ending a god. To anyone else, it is simply a sharp stick."
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