"SUNSET SLASH!? SHE CAN USE SUNSET SLASH!? IS THIS A JOKE!? AM I DREAMING!? WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON!?"
The internal battle in my head goes unheard, of course.
My protector, after uttering words I thought only I was able to utter and achieve a result out of them, only slides First Dawn once through the air, sideways, along a very short path, as if to say, "I don’t need to do much." then, the impossible happens as a result. All the spikes sent her way, the hurricane, the cold beam, and even Wolf Spirit Amaruq herself. All of that is slashed into unquantifiable pieces. Uncountable thin white waves of slashes, paint the sky from a single movent of her hand. Amaruq dies instantly, no blood splatters. Her body vanishes after being split into a million pieces as if rging with the wind. The hurricane dissipates similarly and under the sa duration. All along with the spikes of ice. And the cold beam. Everything.
She descends from the air slowly afterwards, her clothes and hair waving along the resulting wind resistance.
"All that’s left is wings and a halo." I grunt as I get up to et her halfway, completely ignoring the System ssage that pops up as I approach her.
Floating down, she imdiately hugs .
"I’m so glad you’re alive." She tightens her grip.
"Uhm..." Here on, I was ready to start interrogating her.
"Thank you?" I reply in a confused tone. "H-hold up!" I recover as I grab her shoulders to separate us. "Quick question." I say, looking at her intently. "Who the heck, are you?" I ask with a single eyebrow raise.
"Erh...?"
"Erh...?
She also raises an eyebrow, of which I respond to by raising my second. After all, my question isn’t really that confusing, is it?
"It’s silly." She finally speaks. "It’s Dawn."
"Dawn?"
"Dawn." She confirms with a nod.
"Dawn."
"Dawn." She echoes.
"Dawn. As in... my blade, First Dawn?" I point towards the blade still held in her hand.
"Yes sir." She confirms with a bright smile.
"Oh... Oh, okay, I see. Hahaha! Good one. No, seriously. Who are you?" I ask again, my tone firm this ti. My gaze, all the more suspicious.
"I’m not joking, Master." She retorts, pouting a little. It’s kind of adorable.
"She went from bewitching beauty to adorable cutie in an instant."
"Why do you keep calling that? ’’Master’’."
"Well, because you are my Master." She answers. "You created , rember?" She steps back up a bit and raises the blade in her hand.
"So you’re telling , that you, are that?" I point to the blade.
"That’s right." She nods.
"Okay." I sigh, instinctively moving my recently severed right hand towards my forehead, as I begin brushing my thumb and index finger against in between my eyes. "If that’s really true, then, how are you both here." I point towards her. "And there." I point towards the blade.
"Well, technically. I’m still there." She points towards the blade in her right with her left, mirroring my gestures and tone almost perfectly. "What you’re currently seeing is more of a physical manifestation of the blade. An incarnation, if you will. Though the more common term is ’Avatar’."
I pause, registering the implications of what she just said. "...’more common term’? You say that like-"
"Like there’s more of ?" She cuts off, though I don’t sense any disrespect from it. "That’s because there are." She continues. "Though none like . I’m both a Spirit and an Avatar." She says with a proud thin smirk.
"I know what a Spirit is, but an Avatar?"
"An Avatar refers to the physical manifestation of a weapon’s ego." She says, as if answering a question I didn’t even ask out loud.
"Did you just read my mind?"
"Not exactly. Avatars and Masters share a sort of, neural link, that’s stronger when they’re closer together. Simply put, it becos easier for to intercept your thoughts as it is for you to intercept mine when we’re close, but when we’re a fair distance away from each other, it becos less automatic. Which will require us to do it consciously." She then pauses. "See what I an?" Then I pause. I’m reading her mind.
"That’s... interesting."
"Right?"
"Yeah..." There’s no denying it now. She wouldn’t have been able to use the blade. She wouldn’t have been able to use the Special Attack. If what this woman is telling was a lie, then she wouldn’t have been able to do any of that. This woman infront of , is in fact my blade. First Dawn. In human form. Well, not exactly human, but still.
"Manifestation of a weapon’s ego, huh? So you’re telling that all those tis the System kept saying ego this and ego that about my weapons, this is what it actually ant? Here on, I thought it was just saying all that to make my weapons sound cooler."
"Hehe." Dawn giggles. And its freaking adorable.
I then conjure out all my other weapons from the Item Space. They all start floating between and Dawn. The Great Shovel, The Great Pickaxe, The Hamr of Unknown Origin, The Erald Twin Fangs, and Hayzar’s gifts.
"You’re telling that all these guys are gonna wake up so day and start fucking shit up? Sa as you?"
"Pretty much." She answers with pride. "Especially that one." She points to the Hamr of Unknown Origin.
"Huh?"
"The hamr?"
"Yep. There’s a power even I don’t understand in that one."
"Okay, now that’s just so serious foreshadowing right there." I look at the Hamr of Unknown Origin one last ti, before sending all the weapons back in the Item Space and sitting down to relax. I may be healed, but ntally? I am way too exhausted. I’ll leave the Dungeon when I feel like it. The snow fluffs under my weight as Dawn joins to my left.
"You said ’a power even you don’t understand’. You make yourself sound pretty special, huh?" I taunt with a thin smirk.
"Well that’s because I am!" She retorts while pouting. "I’m half Spirit, half Avatar. You know that’s sothing that’s never happened before, don’t you?" She asks rhetorically. But I answer her regardless.
"I didn’t even known of anything called an Avatar until today. Furthermore, I’m still not quite knowledgeable on the Spirit departnt as well."
"Well, you were fighting one, for your information." She says, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Amaruq? I had my suspicions because of her na. Not to ntion she used Spiritual attacks. But there’s no denying it now, huh? My first ti fighting an A-Rank monster and they just so happened to be a Spirit. I nearly died. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve. Thanks for saving . Dawn." I say, turning over to look at her with a genuine smile. She blushes and turns away a little. Seriously, it’s illegal to be this cute.
"I’d readily give my life for you, Master." She says. It catches off guard. Give her life for ?
"I’d prefer you didn’t do that." I say, my tone turning serious. "I’m not ready to lose my prized possession just yet."
"P-prized possession?" You’d swear soone painted red circles on her cheeks as she echoes. I an every single word of what I say, though. If this woman really is the first weapon I created, then she is in fact, my prized possession. Like a daughter, without the ssy process.
"Still kinda feels weird how easy I found saying that. It’s odd. Whenever I’m close to her, there’s a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest."
"That’s because of our Soul Bond." She intercepts my thoughts. It doesn’t catch off guard this ti. Rather, I simply continue the conversation.
"Soul Bond?"
"Masters and Avatars are connected by what is called a Soul Bond. The neural link thing is actually just one of many benefits of the Soul Bond. One perfect example would be the fact that even if an Avatar dies, they can be revived as long as their Master is still alive."
"I take it that doesn’t work the other way around, though?"
"No silly, cause that would be cheating."
"Rats."
"My Master really is greedy. Isn’t it enough that you can regenerate and are an Aspect Bearer?"
"My regeneration isn’t all powerful, plus I’m not ready to test the Aspect Bearer benefits."
...
"Hold on. You were awake when I was talking to Hayzar?" I finally break the thought conversation as I turn to ask.
"Of course." Dawn answers. "Are you forgetting that I basically helped in freeing him in the first place? I’ve been conscious since the day you created actually. It just took a while for my ego to fully develop."
"So all those tis I thought I was alone..." My expression turns grey in realization.
"You weren’t." She affirms with a condescending smirk.
Motherfucker.
She then breaks the awkward silence with a childish chuckle. "It’s okay, Master. I thought you were funny."
Maybe I should’ve let Wolf Spirit Amaruq kill . Then at least I’d be spared from this embarrassnt.
"And at tis." She goes on. "I even thought you were really cool! Like first when you used to deal with the Zeke Party." She gets up and starts ssing around with First Daw-... herself?... The blade. You get the idea. She launches slashes all around as she keeps rambling, mimicking my movents of when I fought the Zeke Party. "Or when you fought that Shadow, what was his na? Sanaran?"
"Sonoran."
"Right, Sonoran." She goes on. Slashing the blade around. "Not to ntion the ti you Genesised the Item Space, that was almost too amazing. Oh, but I especially thought you were just downright aweso when you turned that Thunderium into Thunderite. It’s crazy to think that I’m actually made of that stuff."
She keeps going, ntioning all the tis I’ve done the craziest things. The fact that it’s only been a few days is even crazier. I simply watch her, failing miserably to hold back a smile. Like a proud dad, watching his daughter talk about him like he can walk on water. Which, I can. Haven’t tried it, but I’m pretty sure I can.
What she says next, though, throws off.
"But a personal favourite of mine is when you were fighting alongside mom."
"Sorry what now?"
"You know. Mom." She answers my thought, rather nonchalantly at that. "Peyton." She finishes.
Uh-uh. No way. Back up. Reverse. Make a U-turn and never co back.
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