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"Lady Rivenlight, I know I am not Decen. But I will do my best to make sure you are happy. I don't want to see you sad."
 
"Lady Rivenlight, I know I am not Decen. But I will do my best to make sure you are happy. I don't want to see you sad."
  
"I know."
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"I know. I appreciate that, Arman."
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I took a look at the shards of the spear. Merrow's memories. Her moments with Decen. This was what was left of the master she loved. And it was reduced to pieces. Every time Merrow wielded that spear, I could sense from her movements that it was full of peace, and security. Of the feeling of support and reassurance. I knew that with it broken, she would never be the same.
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I suddenly had an idea.
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"Merrow, I think I know how to fix your spear."
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"What?"
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I used my hand to scrape the shards into a pile and gently put them into a red velvet bag.
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"It's risky... but the Silver City. We might be able to take this to the Makers."
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Merrow's eyes were full of curiosity. "The Makers?"
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I nodded. The Makers were Celestial beings who had smithed the greatest weapons. They had smithed Pariah, the Celestial Slayer. Surely they would know how to restore Merrow's spear. But...
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"There's probably a catch, isn't there." Merrow said.
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"Yes. They probably did not take lightly that I had destroyed a majority of their military might. I... I will have to do something in return for them."
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Merrow put her hand on my shoulder. "Arman... you shouldn't have to do this for me."
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I shook my head. "I want to do this. Let me do this for you."
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Merrow looked at me. "Arman Wan. You are one of a kind."
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I smiled. "And you are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of working with."
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Merrow got up. "In that case, then let me come with you."
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"Huh?"
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"It is ''my'' spear after all. I'm not going to leave you alone. I was Decen's Guardian, and technically you are part Decen. So I will fight alongside you."
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I chuckled. "What about Lucius then?"
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"He'll come too."
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I got to my feet as well and held out my hand. Merrow shook it.
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"It's a deal then, Lady Rivenlight."

Revision as of 03:08, 27 October 2020

Remnant 1 has decided to make efforts to become stronger, after losing his battle against The Fury. Doubting his abilities, Arman decides to search for a second sword to aid in further development of his powers and his strength. However, when a new Remnant appears from his journeys, Arman begins to question if his actions are justified, in the eyes of the Argen Church.


Chapter 104 (Remnant 1)

"What do you think?"

I put the sword back into its sheath and returned it to the weapon smith.

"It is an incredibly crafted weapon. But..."

The weapon smith regarded me. "It is too light, I suppose."

"Yes."

The weapon smith took a look at her collection. "To be fair, my kind isn't really known for using heavy and large weapons to the scale of Pariah. But I guess you can already figure that out yourself."

I scratched my head awkwardly. "Yes."

The weapon smith laughed. "Dwarven weaponry has always been axes. But I guess you prefer swords. Sorry I couldn't be of any help."

"No! No, I think you are doing amazing things. Thank you again for your hospitality, Merchant Gimedelos."

"Call me Gime!"

"Thank you again for your hospitality, Merchant Gime!" I bowed.


I walked back to the Fortress. I had taken upon myself to help the people of Corinth, by adventuring out myself and completing a few errands for Sophia. Sophia had risen to a high rank due to her efforts in saving and protecting the people of the country, as well as leading to nationwide repairs. For the first time, many of the neglected towns we had visited were given attention. Sophia would go to visit the people along with Lucius to help out whenever they could.


Although the Inquisition was one of many peacekeeping forces in the country of Corinth, it had become of the most prominent ever since Sophia and Lucius embarked out and explored the vast lands. Sophia had become widely recognized as the Elven Maiden of the Inquisition, the heroine to the people.

As for Lucius, I had never seen him so happy.


I took a look at Loz-Q, in my hand. I had slain many monsters and demons with this blade. But without a second blade, I felt incomplete. I cannot deny that my time wielding only Pariah had been a waste. But ever since I had wielded both Pariah and Loz-Q, especially in my battle against Diablos, it made me feel more accustomed. It just felt right.

I put Loz-Q back into its sheath, the strap dangling on the back of my fur coat. My attire had once again changed. A sleeveless open fur coat over a tunic, black pants and sandals. Traditional Corinthian attire. My scarf was still around my neck. I would never forget it, for it brought back good memories of my time with the children of Hephaestus.


I saw a few children playing with a friendly dragon, who blew fire for entertainment. I instinctively felt uncomfortable.


Deacon Chow. The Fury. He had outmatched both Lucius and I. Despite holding back, there was a brief moment that I had let everything loose to stop him. And it wasn't enough. To think that I would be the firstborn and supposedly the strongest of my kind. I felt like I was not living up to my part.

Firstborn

I clutched my head. "Who... who is this."

You know who I am. I took out Loz-Q, and the golden segmented blade hummed with white mist.

"Koios..." I never encountered this before. To have a blade speak to me.

You fear inadequacy.

I looked down, in shame. "Yes."

Did you not forget, your destiny? Your fate? Did you forget how you obtained this blade?


I remembered. My clash against Koios and his two brothers. I was outmatched, but I kept fighting. Pushing past my limits. I remembered struggling through, and soldiering through all the pain that the Titan brothers had inflicted on me.

"Lord Koios, I fear that my brothers may have well surpassed me in power. If I am unable to live up to my name as the Eldest, I may not be adequate in this final battle."

Koios was silent. Why do you think they have surpassed you?

I stopped walking. "Deacon Chow, the Fury. He defeated both Lucius and I. I had the combined efforts of my brother, who is destined to be our leader, and we were outmatched."

You held back, did you not?

"I gave it my all at some point."

Yet, you chose to restrain yourself throughout most of your fight. I was watching. I am always with you so long as you wield that blade. You let peace and kindness influence your strive for power.

I said nothing.

But despite this, gap. You wish to become stronger, do you not?

"I have already given away one of my blades to my brother."

A second blade, you seek.

"Yes."


Koios' presence in Loz-Q intensified, the mist bringing about a radius of frost on the dirt trail.

It is during a time of desperation, does a hero evolve. Perhaps you must find that.

"I do not know how."

In time you will see. For my foresight predicts it. Your chance to redeem yourself, shall be soon.


The mist dissipated, as Loz-Q's hum was gone. I put the blade back into its strap.

"Redemption." I looked into the sky.


Chapter 105 (Remnant 1)

I walked in on Merrow sitting at her table, with the numerous shards of her spear sitting there, glinting in the light.


"Lady Rivenlight?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in, Arman!" Merrow forced a smile on her face as I walked in.

"Your spear..." I muttered.

"Yeah." Merrow said, her face was full of sadness.


"I fought so many battles with this spear. My memories, and my moments." She ran her hand on a huge shard of the hilt. Written on it were two names in two glowing colors. Magenta and Green. I recognized one of them as "Paladin Decen" in Acadi, and the other, in a language I couldn't understand.

"The spear reminded you of him, didn't it." I asked.

Merrow nodded, picking up the broken hilt that had the two words written on it. She showed it to me.

"Skarkops De'ah Cen, Paladin Decen She said. Then she put her finger on the green name.

"Mera Rivenlight. You already know whose name that stands for."

"Mera?"

Merrow smirked. "That is my birth name. I changed it to Merrow. I thought it was weak. Silly, I know."

I frowned. "Mera is a beautiful name."


Merrow smiled. "Aww, thanks Arman."

I knelt in front of the shard and held out my hand. "Can I hold it?"

"Sure."


I took the hilt, and rotated it so that Decen's name was in view. The glow illuminating my face and my hair, as magenta streaks from the light reflected off my bangs.

A tear ran down Merrow's cheek as she looked at me.

"I've probably told you a million times. But you look so much like him."

I wrapped my arms around Merrow and held her.

"Lady Rivenlight, I know I am not Decen. But I will do my best to make sure you are happy. I don't want to see you sad."

"I know. I appreciate that, Arman."

I took a look at the shards of the spear. Merrow's memories. Her moments with Decen. This was what was left of the master she loved. And it was reduced to pieces. Every time Merrow wielded that spear, I could sense from her movements that it was full of peace, and security. Of the feeling of support and reassurance. I knew that with it broken, she would never be the same.


I suddenly had an idea.


"Merrow, I think I know how to fix your spear."

"What?"

I used my hand to scrape the shards into a pile and gently put them into a red velvet bag.

"It's risky... but the Silver City. We might be able to take this to the Makers."

Merrow's eyes were full of curiosity. "The Makers?"

I nodded. The Makers were Celestial beings who had smithed the greatest weapons. They had smithed Pariah, the Celestial Slayer. Surely they would know how to restore Merrow's spear. But...


"There's probably a catch, isn't there." Merrow said.

"Yes. They probably did not take lightly that I had destroyed a majority of their military might. I... I will have to do something in return for them."

Merrow put her hand on my shoulder. "Arman... you shouldn't have to do this for me."

I shook my head. "I want to do this. Let me do this for you."

Merrow looked at me. "Arman Wan. You are one of a kind."

I smiled. "And you are one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of working with."


Merrow got up. "In that case, then let me come with you."

"Huh?"

"It is my spear after all. I'm not going to leave you alone. I was Decen's Guardian, and technically you are part Decen. So I will fight alongside you."

I chuckled. "What about Lucius then?"

"He'll come too."


I got to my feet as well and held out my hand. Merrow shook it.

"It's a deal then, Lady Rivenlight."