Touch the Sky

by Faulty Paragon

Mercury Black wasn't made in a day. Without a Semblance, his legs, or anyone by his side, the world taught him far too quickly that power was all it took to succeed- and Mercury would need all the power he could get. He'd reach the sky eventually. -Mercury's life in canon, from childhood until V6 and beyond, explored through 100 drabbles using the 100 Prompts Challenge.

20. My Inspiration

A/N: Update 5.

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Touch the Sky

20. My Inspiration

"Semblances are a part of you. They make you stronger, an extension of yourself." The man stalked around Mercury's chair, his movements slow, precise.

Mercury glanced down at his legs, the splint and cast garish and makeshift, his skin mottled and swollen beyond belief underneath. As his father spoke, the emptiness in his heart slowly became more and more apparent. That void hurt more than his legs.

"I took it away. That's my Semblance, boy- I steal others' powers when they haven't earned their place."

Suddenly, the knife Mercury had seen stained in blood time and time again appeared just a hairsbreadth from his nose. "And you don't deserve it. Time to learn how to fight without it, boy. Nothing of my blood will be weak."

And so, Mercury's fleeting happiness was taken away just like that.