Hello everyone! Theo's back for a brief appearance! Back when Scar's of Mirrodin came out, my friend Nate, practically begged me to write him a story about his favorite creature from the set: The Darksteel Myr. And thus, I wrote: 'Ode to the Myr of Darksteel'. You can image what happened when Mirrodin Besieged was released with its new Myr. Nate came to me again, and 'requested' (The term is used loosely) that I write another story, this time about the Plague Myr, his newest favorite creature.

I will admit that I too am a Myr fan, and that the Plague Myr is one of my newest favorites as well. So I decided to write another story dedicated to a Myr creature. However, after I wrote this on paper, I started writing a short for each of the Myr from this set, except Myr Turbine since it's not a true Myr creature. Hopefully, it's to your liking

DISCLAIMER I do not own anything from Magic: The Gathering. I only own the idea for these short stories.

WARNING! Normally I would insert a warning about adult stuff that would be contained inside these stories, however, unlike my other fictions, this one will be tamed in terms of violence and other adult themes. But I still request that you read at your own risk. Just to cover the bases.

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1-Plague Myr

The Plague Myr waited. It did not comprehend the concept of asking why it waited, but it merely waited. One would see it standing unnaturally still on the plateau that looked into the rusted valley of the Oxidda chain, but like any automaton, it did not concern itself with appearances. It's black, metallic, skeletal body stood hunched like a carrion bird that was perched. Even its bird shaped head added to that likeness. Ichor dripped from its talons, staining the rusted iron of the ground that the Myr stood upon.

Yet still, it waited.

Its blank eyes stared into the vastness of the landscape before it. The beauty and marvel that is Mirrodin, the metallic plane of the Multiverse. Any living creature would view the sight of the five suns of Mirrodin highlighting the iron mountains as a moment created by an immortal deity. The Myr however, was not a living creature, and only beheld the sight with indifference. It had watched the cycle of the suns rotate countless times. The white sun would be followed by the blue, followed by the black, followed by the red, and finally the green. A dance that will continue until the end of creation, but that is a thought for creatures that had the individual mind to think of such things. The Plague Myr had no such thoughts, because its brain capacity was only adequate enough to comprehend and follow whatever orders that were given to it. And currently, it had been ordered to wait. The Myr had no will of their own and must rely on the will of their master. The disappearance of their former master left the Myr confused and disorderly. Some managed to adapt and now reside under the supervision of other Mirrodin inhabitants. Others, became feral, mindlessly roaming the plane in a mock journey of self-discovery; That is, if any such Myr's singular mind could evolve enough to accomplish such a ludicrous task. This Plague Myr simply continued to follow the last command given to it. Even if it had to wait until time itself stopped, it would do so.

But its wait finally came to an end when a second Plague Myr suddenly appeared and joined its identical counterpart. This new Myr spoke something in its native language of clicks, chirps, and mechanical whirls to the first Myr, then promptly continued on whatever task that was entrusted to it. The first Myr flexed its limbs, the joints creaking after several generations of non-use, and took its first step in order to follow its brother. As the Myr left the spot it had resided for countless years, the black sun of Mirrodin rose to its highest point in the sky.

A new master had been found…

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