Azrie Part 2/2
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I stared at the sky, it was now dark but the fissure in space still prevailed. The city underneath seemed full of life but I could make nothing but small moving figures. The cold wind hit my face and Glim was in sleep mode. I was simply alone. Somewhere else—a distant star, as The System had called it. A sigh left my mouth, it was soft and full of disappointment.
I had gotten a Prophecy that I could barely use. It saddened me— how much struggle i had gone through just to get the knowledge to manipulate some highly toxic and corrosive plants. Sure they were strong, but it was hard. My mind just couldn’t, it just couldn’t parse that many actions. What if I wanted to use my bow along with Explosive Shot and Burrowing Shot plus dealing with okra seed modification and tossing the pods? It was… too much.
Feeling the softness of the bed beneath my feet, I peeled my eyes away from the window. Instead, looking at the table in the room. There was a crate stocked to the brim with mana potions, Elasia had said they were for experimentation, they weren’t for me to take back to the Skirmish. Even though the concept of teleporting back was already weird to me. But, what kind of experimentation could I even do? It was hard, I wasn’t even using the right Prophecy, no— I was taking from my initial teachings rather than focus on the visions I had seen.
Flowering Death. A Scarlet Bloom. Those were words that I identified to be a core part of my Prophecy. But so what? I could hardly do anything with that, I didn’t have the— was the word talent correct? I didn’t know, but I didn’t have the skill to use the Prophecy, it was unlike anything I had seen, at least compared to the ones in the visions. All of the other ones I had fought were more direct, more—explicit. They weren’t methodical and slow, no they were already ready to be used. Mine required setting up.
Setting up that I couldn’t do properly because of— I stopped my thoughts. In the past I needed arrows from the quiver, but I never produced my arrows mid battle, no; the arrows were made before the battle.
What if I made the plants beforehand, anything that I could need.
The plants, if sprouted, would eventually die. Perhaps I could keep them alive through the use of mushrooms, but it was still a temporary thing. The most immediate use of my prophecy were the pods. I just had to— make a lot of pods. A lot of pods filled to the brim with the seeds I needed.
I smiled, bringing the vase full of seeds into the world. I still had three vases with me though one was almost empty. The ring within my hand never actually consumed my mana, which I found neat. I reached into the vase and grabbed a pinch of seeds, they instantly turned into evergrowing puffs, then, I threw towards the corner of the room—the small shining green seeds hit the ground and sprouted into a white mass. I then grabbed two more seeds and turned them into rounded black seeds, filled with mana, they were thrown on top of the mushrooms and sprouted into two okra plants rather fast. I felt the lingering connection, and soon I got to work.
I began to make pods of all the plants, more so than others depending on the usefulness hierarchy. But I quickly realized something as I combed through my knowledge. The two kinds of Azaleas required to—well if I wanted them to kill things I needed them to sprout inside a being. How would I do that? I looked at the small pod within my hand, and turned to my quiver which lay next to my bed. I saw the arrows, they were tantalizing. I brought the pod and reached for an arrow, it shone under Glim’s light like an artifact of old, with some doubt. I stuck the pod through the arrow—threaded it.
It didn’t take long before some seeds were spilled and the arrowtip became nothing but an amalgamation. Was it doable to shoot the arrow like this?
I grabbed my bow with some uncertainty and nocked it. Looked at the door and judged it to be sturdy enough. Pulling the string without any kind of enhancement I fired—the arrow wobbled midair and destabilized, hitting the frame and splattering the seeds onto the ground. Not even leaving a dent.
Ha…
One thing at a time, I told myself before turning back to the okras, back to thinking about the plants. And then— I remembered. A plant popped into my mind, it was nameless but malleable, perfect to do anything, it was what Lumina had lazily left in my memory. I could hardly imagine its shape, but I grabbed a seed and sprouted it before throwing it at the mushrooms. It took a few seconds to come into existence. The plant slowly grew, different from all the other ones, wood threaded between itself at a visible rate. Eventually it became a blackened tree that reached up to the ceiling, its roots dug into the remainder of the mushrooms and its branches were akin to ghastly flexible sticks filled with small thorns. I felt a strange connection with the tree, but it was different than with the other plants, this one was… stronger. It felt almost familiar. It was a plant for me—it was the plant of my Prophecy.
I commanded it to make arrows, imagining their shape based on the arrows I was using. Its branches twirled onto themselves, and somehow at that moment the tree consumed a great amount of my mana. Soon, they dropped onto the ground with dull echoing sounds. I counted about ten blackened arrows, their feathering was made out of symmetrical black leaves. I grabbed one and compared it to the other arrow I had, they were nearly identical.
I turned to look at the tree, feeling a sense of bewilderment. I had to name it so I wouldn’t forget it. All of the plants in my mind had names. I didn't want to forget it, I felt as if the tree before me could do anything. A tree that could do anything… Familiar like my home. It was dark and gritty, but not inherently poisonous nor all consuming.
I didn’t know what got into my head, but I couldn’t help but say it softly.
“The Heart of the Deep Dark…”
A notification entered my mind.
[Accepted Quest — Lumina’s Will (Mythical) — Lumina has accepted you as their inheritor. Advance your Prophecy to C rank. Reward: Unknown. Step. 1 out of ?.]
I stared at the now named tree. Her will?
Azrie Part 2/2
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I stared at the sky, it was now dark but the fissure in space still prevailed. The city underneath seemed full of life but I could make nothing but small moving figures. The cold wind hit my face and Glim was in sleep mode. I was simply alone. Somewhere else—a distant star, as The System had called it. A sigh left my mouth, it was soft and full of disappointment.
I had gotten a Prophecy that I could barely use. It saddened me— how much struggle i had gone through just to get the knowledge to manipulate some highly toxic and corrosive plants. Sure they were strong, but it was hard. My mind just couldn’t, it just couldn’t parse that many actions. What if I wanted to use my bow along with Explosive Shot and Burrowing Shot plus dealing with okra seed modification and tossing the pods? It was… too much.
Feeling the softness of the bed beneath my feet, I peeled my eyes away from the window. Instead, looking at the table in the room. There was a crate stocked to the brim with mana potions, Elasia had said they were for experimentation, they weren’t for me to take back to the Skirmish. Even though the concept of teleporting back was already weird to me. But, what kind of experimentation could I even do? It was hard, I wasn’t even using the right Prophecy, no— I was taking from my initial teachings rather than focus on the visions I had seen.
Flowering Death. A Scarlet Bloom. Those were words that I identified to be a core part of my Prophecy. But so what? I could hardly do anything with that, I didn’t have the— was the word talent correct? I didn’t know, but I didn’t have the skill to use the Prophecy, it was unlike anything I had seen, at least compared to the ones in the visions. All of the other ones I had fought were more direct, more—explicit. They weren’t methodical and slow, no they were already ready to be used. Mine required setting up.
Setting up that I couldn’t do properly because of— I stopped my thoughts. In the past I needed arrows from the quiver, but I never produced my arrows mid battle, no; the arrows were made before the battle.
What if I made the plants beforehand, anything that I could need.
The plants, if sprouted, would eventually die. Perhaps I could keep them alive through the use of mushrooms, but it was still a temporary thing. The most immediate use of my prophecy were the pods. I just had to— make a lot of pods. A lot of pods filled to the brim with the seeds I needed.
I smiled, bringing the vase full of seeds into the world. I still had three vases with me though one was almost empty. The ring within my hand never actually consumed my mana, which I found neat. I reached into the vase and grabbed a pinch of seeds, they instantly turned into evergrowing puffs, then, I threw towards the corner of the room—the small shining green seeds hit the ground and sprouted into a white mass. I then grabbed two more seeds and turned them into rounded black seeds, filled with mana, they were thrown on top of the mushrooms and sprouted into two okra plants rather fast. I felt the lingering connection, and soon I got to work.
I began to make pods of all the plants, more so than others depending on the usefulness hierarchy. But I quickly realized something as I combed through my knowledge. The two kinds of Azaleas required to—well if I wanted them to kill things I needed them to sprout inside a being. How would I do that? I looked at the small pod within my hand, and turned to my quiver which lay next to my bed. I saw the arrows, they were tantalizing. I brought the pod and reached for an arrow, it shone under Glim’s light like an artifact of old, with some doubt. I stuck the pod through the arrow—threaded it.
It didn’t take long before some seeds were spilled and the arrowtip became nothing but an amalgamation. Was it doable to shoot the arrow like this?
I grabbed my bow with some uncertainty and nocked it. Looked at the door and judged it to be sturdy enough. Pulling the string without any kind of enhancement I fired—the arrow wobbled midair and destabilized, hitting the frame and splattering the seeds onto the ground. Not even leaving a dent.
Ha…
One thing at a time, I told myself before turning back to the okras, back to thinking about the plants. And then— I remembered. A plant popped into my mind, it was nameless but malleable, perfect to do anything, it was what Lumina had lazily left in my memory. I could hardly imagine its shape, but I grabbed a seed and sprouted it before throwing it at the mushrooms. It took a few seconds to come into existence. The plant slowly grew, different from all the other ones, wood threaded between itself at a visible rate. Eventually it became a blackened tree that reached up to the ceiling, its roots dug into the remainder of the mushrooms and its branches were akin to ghastly flexible sticks filled with small thorns. I felt a strange connection with the tree, but it was different than with the other plants, this one was… stronger. It felt almost familiar. It was a plant for me—it was the plant of my Prophecy.
I commanded it to make arrows, imagining their shape based on the arrows I was using. Its branches twirled onto themselves, and somehow at that moment the tree consumed a great amount of my mana. Soon, they dropped onto the ground with dull echoing sounds. I counted about ten blackened arrows, their feathering was made out of symmetrical black leaves. I grabbed one and compared it to the other arrow I had, they were nearly identical.
I turned to look at the tree, feeling a sense of bewilderment. I had to name it so I wouldn’t forget it. All of the plants in my mind had names. I didn't want to forget it, I felt as if the tree before me could do anything. A tree that could do anything… Familiar like my home. It was dark and gritty, but not inherently poisonous nor all consuming.
I didn’t know what got into my head, but I couldn’t help but say it softly.
“The Heart of the Deep Dark…”
A notification entered my mind.
[Accepted Quest — Lumina’s Will (Mythical) — Lumina has accepted you as their inheritor. Advance your Prophecy to C rank. Reward: Unknown. Step. 1 out of ?.]
I stared at the now named tree. Her will?
