Weakness.
I am drowned in the depths of this young soul.
Is that not how it has always been? Transferred from summoner to summoner through millennia, imprisoned at last in a tiny gem, to be picked up and put away?
Ah, nay…
I am the small one, the "useless," the "cuddly weakling." I huddle miserably in the corners of this place, never summoned now, never needed.
I should have died away long ago, fading into the shadow until I had become a thing of only dream and memory, but I did not. For, I live for freedom…that one small moment…
*******
To rush upward from the depths
Appear overhead.
Glare of sunlight.
Breeze blowing over my fur and flesh...
"Ruby Light!"
Catch the faces of the ones below me, who depend on me so now for protection.
There is my newest mistress, ah – but she is a child, a child!
No more time to think – raw power exuding…
Crimson Reflect spells springing up to cover all, and my purpose is over.
A name slides whisper-soft in my brain. Eiko Carol…ah, it is the child, my powerful young mistress child.
Then down, down, back into the dark –
*******
No more summons after that…no more. Held in thrall by this one, when all have learned to cast my own spell to an even larger extent…beaten by the magic of these weapons, eh?
No more hope. Why should there be? It has been too long.
Slumping within my mistress's mind, I allow the shadows and softness to swirl over me, burying and cloaking me…and the memories of freedom slip away.
Soon, I will be just a memory myself, lost in the timelessness of this mind, this world, this universe.
It is enough to break away and still be there for all who have known me. Distant as the stars overhead…yet near as thought.
Always.
I am drowned in the depths of this young soul.
Is that not how it has always been? Transferred from summoner to summoner through millennia, imprisoned at last in a tiny gem, to be picked up and put away?
Ah, nay…
I am the small one, the "useless," the "cuddly weakling." I huddle miserably in the corners of this place, never summoned now, never needed.
I should have died away long ago, fading into the shadow until I had become a thing of only dream and memory, but I did not. For, I live for freedom…that one small moment…
*******
To rush upward from the depths
Appear overhead.
Glare of sunlight.
Breeze blowing over my fur and flesh...
"Ruby Light!"
Catch the faces of the ones below me, who depend on me so now for protection.
There is my newest mistress, ah – but she is a child, a child!
No more time to think – raw power exuding…
Crimson Reflect spells springing up to cover all, and my purpose is over.
A name slides whisper-soft in my brain. Eiko Carol…ah, it is the child, my powerful young mistress child.
Then down, down, back into the dark –
*******
No more summons after that…no more. Held in thrall by this one, when all have learned to cast my own spell to an even larger extent…beaten by the magic of these weapons, eh?
No more hope. Why should there be? It has been too long.
Slumping within my mistress's mind, I allow the shadows and softness to swirl over me, burying and cloaking me…and the memories of freedom slip away.
Soon, I will be just a memory myself, lost in the timelessness of this mind, this world, this universe.
It is enough to break away and still be there for all who have known me. Distant as the stars overhead…yet near as thought.
Always.