When The Blade Breaks On The Steel
I am an honorable warrior, God of Gods, Odin. I refuse to fight with any other than the sword I grasp in my hand, refuse to ride any other than my horse, Sleipnir. Speed and strength are my weapons; my weapon forged by the best of the dwarves, of their strongest steel; my horse bred from the mare that was Loki and the fastest stallion of the three worlds, Asgard, Midgard and Hel. These are my downfalling.
While my enemy will not fight like a true warrior, forward and with fist clenching their swords, I will keep to my values. They used monsters against me, ones that I had never glimpsed before in my limited realm of broken ruins. I waited for them to attack me, my horse. I awaited the one with a sword to run at myself, steel flashing in the slight glimmer of light that illuminated my cave. He didn't. He stood back, scared and cast magic.
Once, the blond slipped and anger controlled his movements, causing him to rush me. My sword blocked his swings and cut through the leathern glove that covered his hands. Bouncing back, he swore lightly to himself, calling forth a golden bird. The metal in my hand drew its power and muscles twitched involuntarily, falling me from my white stallion.
I lay on the ground, feeling my energy completely gone from my body and waited to have an edge drawn across my throat, ending my eternal life. One of them came up to me, I did not open my eyes to see which, and placed a hand gently on my cheek, absorbing me into her mind. My horse landed gently beside me; this was our new home. I healed quickly; gods never take long to do so; and offered my services up to those that had beaten me, those that had breaken my chains to take me to the outer world.
This was my undoing.
I could feel the hatred for the man that stood before them. More than anything, I wanted nothing but to protect them from him. My sword formed in my hand as I materialized in their world, astride my horse. With my eyes closed slightly, I charged forward.
I was a fool.
Gilgamesh, bearing his four swords with him, came. He chose from them and decided upon Masamune. The length of the blade penetrated my armor before I could reach him. My immortal blood splashed on the ground, staining it a dark crimson. I gasped in and cursed myself; the steel had pierced my lungs. Blood dribbled out my mouth and dripped onto my ride's snowy pelt.
He removed the sword from me, cleaning it so casually on his cape. I looked into his masked face; his eyes. He would not continue to protect the one he had just fought for; he would protect the strongest. Traitor.
I faded away, my body melting into the air. The girl, the one who'd taken me in; Rinoa; weeped and tried to grab my hand. Her own slid through it and she fell to her knees, stretching out her arms in a futile effort to have some part of me to hold on to. Her fingers grasped at my cape and clutched it tightly. It had been the one true part of me; not something made of dreams and reality. She brought it to her face, tearing staining its color darker.
I smiled then, to see that I had been loved so much, and left.
I am an honorable warrior, God of Gods, Odin. I refuse to fight with any other than the sword I grasp in my hand, refuse to ride any other than my horse, Sleipnir. Speed and strength are my weapons; my weapon forged by the best of the dwarves, of their strongest steel; my horse bred from the mare that was Loki and the fastest stallion of the three worlds, Asgard, Midgard and Hel. These are my downfalling.
While my enemy will not fight like a true warrior, forward and with fist clenching their swords, I will keep to my values. They used monsters against me, ones that I had never glimpsed before in my limited realm of broken ruins. I waited for them to attack me, my horse. I awaited the one with a sword to run at myself, steel flashing in the slight glimmer of light that illuminated my cave. He didn't. He stood back, scared and cast magic.
Once, the blond slipped and anger controlled his movements, causing him to rush me. My sword blocked his swings and cut through the leathern glove that covered his hands. Bouncing back, he swore lightly to himself, calling forth a golden bird. The metal in my hand drew its power and muscles twitched involuntarily, falling me from my white stallion.
I lay on the ground, feeling my energy completely gone from my body and waited to have an edge drawn across my throat, ending my eternal life. One of them came up to me, I did not open my eyes to see which, and placed a hand gently on my cheek, absorbing me into her mind. My horse landed gently beside me; this was our new home. I healed quickly; gods never take long to do so; and offered my services up to those that had beaten me, those that had breaken my chains to take me to the outer world.
This was my undoing.
I could feel the hatred for the man that stood before them. More than anything, I wanted nothing but to protect them from him. My sword formed in my hand as I materialized in their world, astride my horse. With my eyes closed slightly, I charged forward.
I was a fool.
Gilgamesh, bearing his four swords with him, came. He chose from them and decided upon Masamune. The length of the blade penetrated my armor before I could reach him. My immortal blood splashed on the ground, staining it a dark crimson. I gasped in and cursed myself; the steel had pierced my lungs. Blood dribbled out my mouth and dripped onto my ride's snowy pelt.
He removed the sword from me, cleaning it so casually on his cape. I looked into his masked face; his eyes. He would not continue to protect the one he had just fought for; he would protect the strongest. Traitor.
I faded away, my body melting into the air. The girl, the one who'd taken me in; Rinoa; weeped and tried to grab my hand. Her own slid through it and she fell to her knees, stretching out her arms in a futile effort to have some part of me to hold on to. Her fingers grasped at my cape and clutched it tightly. It had been the one true part of me; not something made of dreams and reality. She brought it to her face, tearing staining its color darker.
I smiled then, to see that I had been loved so much, and left.