[Hagia Sophia, 1090 CE]
In a dimly lit room beneath the Holy Wisdom, two n were working on sothing that could possibly destroy the entire building. A small blue cube was floating on top of the two n, with chunks of tal also floating in front of them. One of the n that had dark skin had golden energy wrapping up his hands, focusing on the tal in front of them.
“You know this is a terrible idea right? The entire castle would explode if we did sothing wrong, not to ntion, this is the space stone.” said the man nervously.
“It’ll be fine.” rolled the other man who had purple eyes.
“If you count the entire empire collapsing because the emperor and his heirs are dying because of the explosion, then yes, of course it will be.” said the dark skinned man, who is Phastos, sarcastically.
“Are you that unconfident with my skills Phastos?” asked the other man, which is Pluto, in amusent. “I have magic, rember? I could just teleport us instantly anywhere if it cos to that.”
Phastos scoffed. “Magic, the solution to everything these days.”
Pluto just chuckled, and both of them continued to work on the tals in front of them. Occasionally, the cube would create beams of energy that lted the tals, and Phastos would shape it to the shape of a spear, slowly but surely.
“How’s the emperor?” asked Pluto, making so small talk.
“The Pechenegs invaded Thrace again,” said Phastos darkly. “What is it with humans and their wars…”
“You lived with them for centuries, Phastos, surely you know by now.” Pluto answered calmly, continuing on beaming the tals.
Phastos humd, but he didn't elaborate. He then continued to make small talks with Pluto. “So, how’s Anna’s study?”
“She is still seven years old, but I could tell, she’s quite a bright girl.” answered Pluto softly.
Phastos groaned. “I could tell this is going to be so kind of Helen’s situation again.”
Pluto chuckled. “Not really… but she looks… similar… to her.” murmured Pluto. “Perhaps she’s Hermione’s descendant? Who knows.”
“Now that would be a stretch.” stated Phastos. “But it's possible.”
Pluto just humd, and diverted the conversation. “So how about your mission, giving them any technology that could burn entire kingdoms?” said Pluto sarcastically.
Phastos scoffed. “No, Ajak wouldn’t allow , I did give them so theories about the earth and Physics though.”
“What kind of theory?”
“That the earth is round,” said Phastos nonchalantly. “Apparently, people believed that the earth is flat, so I gave the theory to soone that the earth is round.”
Pluto humd. “What else?”
“Also tizones.” added Phastos. “While people know that in different parts of the world the ti of day is different, no one’s written about that, so I just gave the guy the idea.”
Pluto sighed. “Well, good, at least you’re not giving them more weapons ideas…”
Phastos frowned as he heard Pluto’s words. “What is it with you trying to stop from teaching humans technology?”
“Don’t get wrong Phastos, I’ve had no qualms with it.” shrugged Pluto. “But soone might.”
“Who?”
“Druig,” said Pluto. “As you know, he seems to hate human wars. And technology could very well increase the casualties of wars.”
Phastos was silent for a little while, before answering. “While I could see that my technology sowhat has a negative impact on human beings, the positive impact dwarfs the negative impact, so in the end, it is worth it.”
Pluto sighed. “Well, it is your job, and it is your responsibility, I just hope that you won’t be burdened by the consequences.”
As the room went into a comfortable silence, the two kept working on the tals in front of them, their hands moving as if they were weaving threads, the beams of the blue cube lit up the place periodically, and slowly but surely, the tals took shape in the form of a spear.
“Eh… maybe let’s make it a bident instead?” comnted Pluto, making Phastos annoyed.
“Are you kidding? A bident is not an effective weapon, it is made for moving hay Pluto, not killing deviants!”
“I know, I know… but I was just attached to my old bident you know…” Murmured Pluto. “How about making the spear tip wider, and make a small gap in the middle, so I could shoot my beams between it?”
Phastos sighed, and did as Pluto asked. Spear tip went longer and wider, and in the middle of the tip, a gap appeared.
The spear is now done.
“Try it.” shrugged Phastos.
Pluto humd, and grabbed the spear that was floating in front of him. As he touched the spear, the enchantnts activated, the spear glowed red, heat coming off of it.
“Neat.” Pluto comnted. “What should we na it?”
“It’s your spear, you na it.”
“But you helped make it.” refuted Pluto. “I’ll ask you to na the spear.”
Phastos then thought for a second, before snapping his fingers. “How about Persephone?”
“What? You want to call my spear ‘Bringer of Destruction’?” questioned Pluto in amusent.
“Hey, I’m just saying, you destroyed a kingdom, I don’t know if you will destroy another one.” Shrugged Phastos.
Pluto chuckled, “Fine, let’s call it Persephone then.”
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