Back on Earth there were hundreds of descriptions of nymphs, from the Greek interpretations to modern artists. Given the creature that stood before Dallion, none of the art did her justice. Slender almost to the extre, the nymph had an ethereal quality to her, as if she were completely surrounded by water. Long golden hair flowed down from her head, up to floor as she sat next to a large harp. As for her clothes, it was as if she were wearing a garnt made of a single sheet of water folded in such a way as to create a robe.
Seeing Dallion, the nymph smiled. Sapphire blue eyes sparkled on her face, making Dallion want to turn away but unable to.
Hello? he managed to say. Im Dallion
The nymph nodded, then gestured for him to move closer.
Nice harp, Dallion said. It was at that point that he actually noticed the harps strings were made of water. The sudden twist made him feel sowhat more at ease, making him wonder what would a string of water sound like. Possibly this was the representation of the harpsiswords strings on the outside?
Based on what he had read in the ring library, it was more likely that the entire tower was the representation of the weapon. The harp had to be sothing that the guardian had made for herself.
Were not going to fight, right? Dallion asked as he reached a few steps from her. I an, I dont think I can improve your tower he looked down at the floor of the golden terrace at all, if Im honest.
The nymph chuckled voicelessly, almost as if sothing was blocking her voice.
Cant you talk? Dallion asked, then felt like biting his tongue. That was a stupid question. To his surprise, the nymph shook her head. Oh.
That was sothing he didnt know about nymphs. Not that Dallion had spent a lot of ti reading Greek myths back on Earth, but he would have rembered sothing so key.
Are all nymphs like that? He decided to check.
The guardian shook his head.
So, only you cant talk. Is there a way to nd you? I know a few forgers, so
The nymph shook her head again. Her fingers slid along the strings of the harp. At first, Dallion thought she was playing a tune to change the mood, but after a while he started to notice that the lody was in fact a series of sounds which combined into words. It was an unparalleled experience. The closest thing Dallion could compare it to was a puzzle in which the pieces were made of sound and had to be arranged in real ti so one could get an idea of the overall picture.
Theres nothing physically wrong, the lody said. Im just not allowed to.
That was new. Most likely a result of a limitation soone had put on the weapon.
Im glad to finally et you, the lody composed a new sentence.
Im glad as well. Dallion felt slightly guilty. The first thing he should have done was to talk to the harpsiswords guardian. Given how much the weapon had helped him, it was the least he could do. It wouldnt be a bad idea if he checked on the guardians of the rest of his gear as well. The dartbow was one more such example. Hed had the weapon for so ti and didnt even bother to go into its realm.
And thats how items get to hate their owners, Dallion thought. Even after learning so much about the awakened world, he still acted as a normal person. Taking care of an item didnt only an not damaging it, it also ant occasionally exchanging a few words.
I hope youll use in battle. The nymph played on her harp.
Im already using you in battle, Dallion said. Well, lately Ive been a packrat, but when I go to pass my awakening trial, Ill bring you as well. Promise.
No. The nymph shook her head. Real battle, her lody said.
Real battles? Dallion paused. Battles in the real world?
The nymph nodded.
No doubt about it, she definitely wasnt a companion weapon. Despite her appearance, Dallion could sense she had seen a lot of battles, and possibly more slaughters than he could possibly imagine. Just because she had such a lovely and innocent appearance didnt an she was harmless. After all, she remained a lethal weapon designed to influence the emotions of enemies while hacking them to bits.
Im sure I will, Dallion said, although he wished he didnt have to. Can you tell anything about your past?
The nymph tilted her head, looking at him with hesitation.
Your past owners, I ant. Dallion corrected himself. The ti he had spent with the shield had made him forget that the vast majority of beings werent nearly as chatty. Im curious who your previous owners were.
Instead of an answer, the nymph looked away. That clearly wasnt a subject she wished to discuss.
Can I know your na, at least?
Asterias, a new lody replied.
It was a strange na, very Greek, and not at all what Dallion would have expected her to have. His limited knowledge of words told him that Astra was related to a star. Maybe the nymphs na was starry?
Asterias, he repeated slowly. I like it. It definitely sounded exotic. Any last na?
The nymph just looked at him.
Of course not, Dallion thought. Part of his brain was drastically trying to think up a topic of conversation. There had to be sothing they could start chatting about: the weather in her realm, the tower itself, or maybe even the fights she had been in. However, the more he racked his brain, the less inclined he was to start anything.
After close to a minute of thinking, a switch in Dallion flicked. He suddenly saw that there was no need to talk about anything. He could just take a seat on the terrace and do nothing. His reaction was probably the right one, for the mont he did so, the nymph started playing. This ti it wasnt a combination of sounds to form a sentence, but an actual musical lody.
Within monts, Dallion felt how much stress he had been subjecting himself to. He could almost feel them crumble off his skin like blocks of plaster, allowing him to breathe. Had he always been like this? All this ti he thought that hed been keeping a good schedule. Following Nils advice, he had cut down to training to acceptable levels, and was certain to get lots of sleepeven if in the awakened realmand food. Apparently, he had never noticed all the pressure gradually building up.
Thank you, Dallion whispered, closing his eyes. For the first ti since he was a child, did he feel absolute calm and freedom. It was almost guaranteed that these emotions were put in him by the lody, but he didnt care. At least for a mont he could allow himself to enjoy this.
Once the mont was gone, Dallion opened his eyes again. He was on the floor of the terrace, covered with a blanket of water. Slowly, he pulled it off. His senses told him it was water, just as they assured him it was fabric.
What a weird realm to be in, he thought. Could all the realms get this strange further on? For the mont they had been rely representations of the real world, or rather of certain aspects of it. However, as the levels increased, it was possible that the possibilities increased as well.
Asterias? Dallion looked around. The nymph was there, seated in the opposite corner of the terrace. Upon hearing him, she turned around. Was I asleep for long?
The nymph nodded.
Sorry about that. He got to his feet. I think Ive been overdoing it a bit. He felt quite refreshed now, though. Well, I think I better get going. It wont be a bad idea to get so real world rest. And clean my room a bit. The innkeeper Im with is really strict about that.
Smile on face, the nymph nodded once more, then waved.
I promise Ill be back, though. Dallion left the harpsisword. As expected, the next instant he was back in his room in the inn.
Back already? The armadil shield asked. I thought youd be there longer.
I was there long enough. Dallion carefully wrapped the sword in the piece of cloth he had, then put her on the floor. First thing this afternoon he was going to buy a proper stand, and not only for the harpsisword, but for the shield and all the other important items as well. Dian, have I been treating you well?
Philosophical questions already? Thats my line, the shield laughed. Dont worry about it. Youre fine. As I said, getting out of that stuff place and having a proper conversation was worth it.
Dallion didnt respond.
Youre thinking of passing the trial, arent you?
After the lunch shifts over. I have the money, so why wait? I have to get there sooner or later, so I choose sooner.
So things mustnt be rushed. You can still do it tomorrow morning. Spend a day to think about things. Co in here and we can have a nice long talk about it. Or if you prefer, we can have the talk like we are now.
Is there any reason I shouldnt?
Theres always at least one, just as theres a reason you should go now. I only want to be sure that youre sure. Money aside, it wont be an easy experience. The gates of developnt are there for a reason, and each one changes you.
In what way?
I cant tell you that, and once you beco a double digit, youll learn why. anwhile, what did you think of Asterias?
You know her?
I havent t her before, if thats what youre asking. But yes, I do know her. As Ive said, weve spoken a bit. Its difficult not to while youre sleeping. Shes an old soul. A bit scary, though. I wouldnt want to et her on the battlefield, thats for certain.
The age-old question: what would happen if an all-cutting sword hit an invincible shield? In this case, the harpsisword and the armadil shield were neither, but having them clash in combat raised interesting questions.
She seed rather nice.
Harpsiswords usually do. Thats their job until they slash you in two. There was a montary pause. Im joking. I think shell kill . Or try to. She might crush so other shields, though. Shes battle gear through and through.
Please, I dont need to think about such things right now. There were still a few lingering questions he had about the chainling and the Crippled Star. Ill get so rest. Wake up if Im late for lunch.
A few hours later there was soone who woke up Dallion, though it wasnt the shield. One of the advantages of being awakenedor disadvantages, respectivelywas the ability to make out even faint rhythmic sounds. In this case, it was soone rattling on the outside of the door.
The room itself was constructed in such a fashion so as to be virtually soundproof, at least to the extent that Dallion could tell. Knocking on the door, though, was one of the exceptions.
Im up! Dallion jumped to his feet. Ill be down in a mont!
The rattling stopped. Judging by the tactful way in which he had been reminded of his shift, Dallion could only assu it was Jiroh. Hannah couldnt be so discreet if her life depended on it. Either way, it was ti for his shift. Using his abilities to straighten his clothes, Dallion brushed his hair into shape as much as he could, then rushed to the door.
Im going to work, he said loudly for the guardians in the room to hear. After Im done, well be heading to the awakened shrine.
Dallion wasnt sure whether his weapons and gear needed to do sothing to prepare. That didnt prevent him from being a bit nicer.
Have fun while Im gone. He left the room.
Great, Dallion thought. Now Im treating my possessions like pets. I just hope they dont do anything weird to the room while Im gone.
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