Azrie Part: 1/2
It took me a few seconds to digest the quest and its meaning as I remembered the words of the voice — Lumina’s voice — even if I was unfamiliar with who she was, at least the remembrance of her figure brought me an odd comfort. The words, however, were strange.
Yes, I still owe her a favor, this will be it. You’re promising too, and my will grows weaker. Hm, I’ve made my decision…
Was her decision the quest? The Mythical Quest? The first step was relatively easy to understand, even if time consuming. I didn’t really know what to do to make the Prophecy C rank again, at the same time I wasn't even D rank myself, so it was going to take a long while before I got around to it. But even then, an odd feeling remained, one that I couldn’t shake away, no it wasn’t a feeling, it was closer to an intrusive thought.
She was related to me. Somehow. Maybe it was the simple familiarity with the tree in front of me, or maybe it was her appearance, but it was just… weird. I sighed, ridding myself of the thoughts. That wasn’t important for now. The arrows were the things of importance. I felt the one within my hand, it felt perfect. Perfect to fire and to use.
I could now create arrows from two sources, and the ones of the tree were malleable. I needed a way to make them hold seeds, it didn’t matter how many I just wanted to be able to fire them—trigger them. I remembered the visions, they showed me what I wanted, but the question was, how to get to that point?
[Just make them hollow,] Glim suddenly said, and I couldn’t help but stare at it weirdly. [What? Seriously, just make the tip hollow and sharpen it, pour seeds in! Bam! Seed arrow?]
“I thought you couldn’t give Prophecy advice,” I said with a sigh.
[This is arrow advice. A. R. R. O. W. Arrow, not Prophecy.] Glim’s light blinked.
Did it just wink? I shook my head. I was quite enjoying the process of thinking of numerous ways to modify the arrow, but it was also clear to me that I would take quite some time to get to that conclusion. The arrow shaft could indeed fit some seeds on the front, maybe five to ten depending on the type of seed.
I grabbed a mana potion and turned to the tree. Though imagining the process of stuffing seeds into the arrows made me feel dread. I knew the tree couldn’t exactly put the seeds in it, but could it grow arrows with seeds inside?
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To my surprise, It could, but it wasn’t as straightforward as I thought it would be. I needed to place a seed pod in between the branches, and then it would get squashed, some seeds would fall and others would get threaded inside the arrow. It was straightforwardly messy, but it was good enough for me. I drank mana potions whenever I could and took out all the vases from my ring, emptying them on a different corner of the room. Instead, I segmented the vases and made divisions to sort the arrows.
As time passed the more excited I felt. I practically had infinite arrows, well sort of, but it was an overwhelming amount. At the same time, even though the tree used a lot of my mana to produce the arrows it was slightly less taxing than the treant quiver. I didn’t know what a treant was but it too sounded like some type of plant, but the fact that a Rare item had fallen out of relevancy that quickly left me a bit disillusioned.
I stared at one of the many arrows I had made.
[Deep Dark Arrow of Nefarious Wisteria (Uncommon): An arrow loaded with seeds of the dark plant Nefarious Wisteria, weight heavily distributed towards the tip.]
Compared to the arrows of the treant quiver, they too were better. The other ones were nothing but Common rank. A small sigh of mixed feelings left me as I had the realization. I had made a good choice in becoming The Illusionist’s Champion, even if I did not like him nor find him trustworthy, matter of fact is I most likely would’ve died in the ice cave, and I too most likely would’ve died after returning. I didn’t understand how strong a Prophecy was. And now that I had one, even just the task of getting arrows was no longer hard.
In the end. I didn’t regret it.
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I spent the following hours making arrows and drinking mana potions. Their taste escaped me now, and the last one I drank made my stomach feel sickly, but my mana never seemed to be affected. I sort of expected some kind of drawback for drinking so many, but there was none, or so it seemed.
I ended up with a slightly weird distribution of arrows due to the seed usefulness ranking I thought of, but I still had to test their actual usefulness.
Silver Azalea arrows, I had made less than ten of them. The other type of Azalea? I had made over a hundred, based on the description inside my head. It would actively eat away the life of the ground and poison the dirt around it. Eventually, once its poison completely spread, it would begin to spread itself through its roots, budding new flowers and plants.
Then, I made zero Evergrowing puff arrows, instead choosing to mix their spore-seeds on every single arrow. It was weird, because—well I could grow them out of seeds even though they were technically a spore only plant. It was certainly the magic of the Prophecy at work. The other type of puffs arrows were, about a hundred of the Lyco kind, and another hundred of the Allconsuming puff, which would—spread across any surface and eat it away too?
I had sort of realized it already but every kind of plant in the Prophecy actively killed life around it rather than exist around it. In that sense even in comparison to the Deep Dark, it was different. In that sense— were the Deep Dark plants even the ‘dark’ kind? I didn’t know.
I looked at the other vase inside my ring, it was full of Nefarious Wisteria arrows. All three vases were back inside the ring, and all of them had arrows. Two of them were segmented and one was just Nefarious Wisteria arrows. I finally looked at the tree inside my room, the sunlight shone on its ashen bark as it slowly died off. The black leaves continuously fell. The mushrooms it had been feeding off were now dry. But even then, the sense of the familiarity with the tree remained.
“Thank you.”
A few short minutes later it died, and finally, I stared at the disaster around me and at the empty forty or so mana bottles, I had truly made a mess. I collapsed on the bed.
Azrie Part: 1/2
It took me a few seconds to digest the quest and its meaning as I remembered the words of the voice — Lumina’s voice — even if I was unfamiliar with who she was, at least the remembrance of her figure brought me an odd comfort. The words, however, were strange.
Yes, I still owe her a favor, this will be it. You’re promising too, and my will grows weaker. Hm, I’ve made my decision…
Was her decision the quest? The Mythical Quest? The first step was relatively easy to understand, even if time consuming. I didn’t really know what to do to make the Prophecy C rank again, at the same time I wasn't even D rank myself, so it was going to take a long while before I got around to it. But even then, an odd feeling remained, one that I couldn’t shake away, no it wasn’t a feeling, it was closer to an intrusive thought.
She was related to me. Somehow. Maybe it was the simple familiarity with the tree in front of me, or maybe it was her appearance, but it was just… weird. I sighed, ridding myself of the thoughts. That wasn’t important for now. The arrows were the things of importance. I felt the one within my hand, it felt perfect. Perfect to fire and to use.
I could now create arrows from two sources, and the ones of the tree were malleable. I needed a way to make them hold seeds, it didn’t matter how many I just wanted to be able to fire them—trigger them. I remembered the visions, they showed me what I wanted, but the question was, how to get to that point?
[Just make them hollow,] Glim suddenly said, and I couldn’t help but stare at it weirdly. [What? Seriously, just make the tip hollow and sharpen it, pour seeds in! Bam! Seed arrow?]
“I thought you couldn’t give Prophecy advice,” I said with a sigh.
[This is arrow advice. A. R. R. O. W. Arrow, not Prophecy.] Glim’s light blinked.
Did it just wink? I shook my head. I was quite enjoying the process of thinking of numerous ways to modify the arrow, but it was also clear to me that I would take quite some time to get to that conclusion. The arrow shaft could indeed fit some seeds on the front, maybe five to ten depending on the type of seed.
I grabbed a mana potion and turned to the tree. Though imagining the process of stuffing seeds into the arrows made me feel dread. I knew the tree couldn’t exactly put the seeds in it, but could it grow arrows with seeds inside?
◇ ◇ ◇
To my surprise, It could, but it wasn’t as straightforward as I thought it would be. I needed to place a seed pod in between the branches, and then it would get squashed, some seeds would fall and others would get threaded inside the arrow. It was straightforwardly messy, but it was good enough for me. I drank mana potions whenever I could and took out all the vases from my ring, emptying them on a different corner of the room. Instead, I segmented the vases and made divisions to sort the arrows.
As time passed the more excited I felt. I practically had infinite arrows, well sort of, but it was an overwhelming amount. At the same time, even though the tree used a lot of my mana to produce the arrows it was slightly less taxing than the treant quiver. I didn’t know what a treant was but it too sounded like some type of plant, but the fact that a Rare item had fallen out of relevancy that quickly left me a bit disillusioned.
I stared at one of the many arrows I had made.
[Deep Dark Arrow of Nefarious Wisteria (Uncommon): An arrow loaded with seeds of the dark plant Nefarious Wisteria, weight heavily distributed towards the tip.]
Compared to the arrows of the treant quiver, they too were better. The other ones were nothing but Common rank. A small sigh of mixed feelings left me as I had the realization. I had made a good choice in becoming The Illusionist’s Champion, even if I did not like him nor find him trustworthy, matter of fact is I most likely would’ve died in the ice cave, and I too most likely would’ve died after returning. I didn’t understand how strong a Prophecy was. And now that I had one, even just the task of getting arrows was no longer hard.
In the end. I didn’t regret it.
◇ ◇ ◇
I spent the following hours making arrows and drinking mana potions. Their taste escaped me now, and the last one I drank made my stomach feel sickly, but my mana never seemed to be affected. I sort of expected some kind of drawback for drinking so many, but there was none, or so it seemed.
I ended up with a slightly weird distribution of arrows due to the seed usefulness ranking I thought of, but I still had to test their actual usefulness.
Silver Azalea arrows, I had made less than ten of them. The other type of Azalea? I had made over a hundred, based on the description inside my head. It would actively eat away the life of the ground and poison the dirt around it. Eventually, once its poison completely spread, it would begin to spread itself through its roots, budding new flowers and plants.
Then, I made zero Evergrowing puff arrows, instead choosing to mix their spore-seeds on every single arrow. It was weird, because—well I could grow them out of seeds even though they were technically a spore only plant. It was certainly the magic of the Prophecy at work. The other type of puffs arrows were, about a hundred of the Lyco kind, and another hundred of the Allconsuming puff, which would—spread across any surface and eat it away too?
I had sort of realized it already but every kind of plant in the Prophecy actively killed life around it rather than exist around it. In that sense even in comparison to the Deep Dark, it was different. In that sense— were the Deep Dark plants even the ‘dark’ kind? I didn’t know.
I looked at the other vase inside my ring, it was full of Nefarious Wisteria arrows. All three vases were back inside the ring, and all of them had arrows. Two of them were segmented and one was just Nefarious Wisteria arrows. I finally looked at the tree inside my room, the sunlight shone on its ashen bark as it slowly died off. The black leaves continuously fell. The mushrooms it had been feeding off were now dry. But even then, the sense of the familiarity with the tree remained.
“Thank you.”
A few short minutes later it died, and finally, I stared at the disaster around me and at the empty forty or so mana bottles, I had truly made a mess. I collapsed on the bed.
