Disc: I don't own ToS, or a Summon Spirits. Too bad, eh?
Authors Note: This is REALLY strange. I was feeling bored one day, and remembered their are very little fics centering on the Summon Spirits....so I wrote one! This is KINDA Luna/Aska I guess. But it's how you perceive it. Please R & R?
My Dearest Aska
We are bound by pact to Mithos.
It was a seemingly good cause, I can remember.
He was beautiful, with golden hair that sparkled like you, and blue eyes revealing an innocent sweetness unknown in the world at that time.
He was accompanied by a handsome half-elf with a scolding face, a human with a courageous spirit, and his lovely sister, who equaled him in beauty and kindness.
He dueled not only myself, but Aska as well. He defeated us in a spectacle of light and purity, and then made his most heartfelt wish, with the vow of the pact: "Oh, Heavenly bodies, Goddess Luna, and Golden God Ask, I beseech thee with my vow. My vow is for the sake of ending discrimination. For ending needless hate, needless violence, and creating a world where everyone can live together, in equality."
The vow was acceptable, and he gained our power. Those who abide to their vows, and stay true to what is accepted, will continue to receive our blessings, but Mithos, that golden child, did not.
The pact has been broken, for the evil he has now harnessed in his soul. We are simply Spirits. We are not created to feel compassion. We are here to judge.
Perhaps I have judged wrong. I was excited when the pact was made. Happy.
Summon Spirits are treated differently as well. We all hope for peace, because we are still living beings. Yet, even when breaking my pact to Mithos, disagreeing with his actions, I have not seen Aska.
Aska, where are you? Why have you not returned to me?
Do you still find him worthy? Have I misjudged?
I have a feeling. We are Spirits, we can feel. We can make our own decisions.
I am unhappy. I am sad. Sadness is a simple emotion that every being plays host too.
Sadness is in every creature's heart. I am sad, unhappy. This is why the moon gives so little light at night. I refuse pacts. I refuse all pacts until I lay eyes on Aska again.
My power belongs to none. We have been betrayed once. Trust is not so easily given once it is shattered. Trust, like love, and hope, is a fragility, like glass. An abstract emotion which means nothing to us, yet, it is a basis for our survival. Without trust, there is nothingness.
Oh Aska....my darling Aska, you must return to me. I am distraught. I am in need of your guidance, wisdom, and council. Your light, shimmering from your golden feathers, are my hope.
My hope is like trust. My trust is like love. My love is like glass.
Let us work for a peaceful world. Let us make our own decisions, and not be handicapped by the needs or mortals. By selfish desires and insincere gestures. Let us live in a truly pure world.
Aska, it is our choice. Despite our thoughts and position, we can make our own choices. You are bound to Mithos by neither want nor obligation. Our bond with him is broken. You can now return to me...
Aska, I await you.