A girl named Tetra was stirring as she awoke within what appeared to be a cell.
"Where am I?" she said to herself out loud as she tried to recall the last thing that happened to her.
She was with her crew of pirate to which she was the leader of. They had found going on a raid as they had many times before. It was suppose to be just a routine raid however that changed when things had gone horribly wrong. Her crew was attacked by creatures they had never seen before as they realized too late this was a trap. That was it as everything when dark after that and she found herself here in this cell alone as she looked around to see that there were a number of dull and seemingly broken weapons lying around the room.
Weapons of various shapes, sizes, and forms. Tetra could see them wondered just what this place she was being kept in was exactly as it looked similar to mess and run down armory after it had been raided. Looking for her own weapons only to realize they were there.
'Why would they be?' Tetra thought to herself after all whose leaves weapons on their prisoner.
Just then the floor of the cell she was in looked strange as she could not see herself on it anymore. That when the young pirate leader learned she was not only being lifted upwards but could not get back down the cell floor either.
The door to the cell she was in opened and she appeared to prevent herself from being carried away to wherever this power levitating her wanted. Grabbing the bars of the cell Tetra attempt to keep herself right where she was but it was no use as she pried away from it and just floating in the center of the room.
That is when she started to feel that her body was becoming stiffer and stiffer. Slowly she was losing mobility in her limbs, torso, neck and head.
"What going on here and why is this happening" Tetra said as then lost her ability to speak even leaving her with only her thought alone.
That when her arms seemingly through means not of her own as arms stretched and her head is forced stare straight ahead. It was from her reflection in reflective surface in front of her that she noticed something that scared her even more. That was the color was draining from her body slowly as it appear as if her legs were becoming metallic and starting to lose detail as they were pressed together. Feet similar merging together to form a sharp point that seem like she had seen it before.
Tetra then realized what was going on along with what all the weapons around could mean as she noticed the size of that cell was far larger then it need to be if she was the only one being kept within it. The broken, ruined, and dull weapons she saw around her were not just weapons. At least they were not a one point as she fear that they were once her crew. She was the last of them to subjected to whatever process this was by however whoever this person was.
'That bastard how dare they do this to my crew. They will pay for this' Tetra thought as she raged trying to will her body to move against what was transforming her.
The attempts at fighting what was converting her into a weapon were futile in the end as just like how control of her body was taken from her. The same thing happened to her mind as well as she was losing her ability to think slowly but surely.
'No….Focus….you have to focus…you can….not….let this ..beat…you….I…..I…..' Tetra thought before everything just went blank for her
The young pirate's eyes becoming vacant showing no signs of awareness in them anymore. She could no longer fight the process creeping up her body anymore, as she no longer had legs anymore. They were just starting point of a cutlass blade. The process continued upward her torso became the rest of the blade with her outstretched arms becoming the cross guard. Her neck becoming the grip and as for her head that was transformed into the pommel of the cutlass.
The cutlass that was formerly Tetra fell to the floor just lying there unmoving. They were nothing more then a weapon now that was surrounded by the other weapons that had once been human like she was. Though unlike the others within this room the cutlass was not in seemingly perfect condition without any flaws or deformities like those around it.
Glowing for a second a form appeared from the sword. Metallic skin, a dress with a ^ gem on the chest, a cloak around the shoulders, similar looking bandana around their neck. This being was seemingly Tetra for they had her face, though her eyes were just pair of orbs and her hair was solid mass. Moving the cloak as if they were her arms because she did not have any otherwise.
Whoever was turning her crew and herself into weapons, they were seemingly do so to produce whatever Tetra has just become herself. Amongst her entire crew she was seemingly the only success of the bunch, for she did not count up all the discarded weapons around her just yet. Though from merely making an educated guess it was safe to say that it was all of them.