STONES OF MYTH: CHAPTER 5
Makoto sat on the rocky edge of the cliff, facing out to the open waters of the great ocean. With both of her hands on her sword, she was concentrating, trying to get a deeper connection with her weapon. Her fists clenched over the sharp blade, red blood began to flow out of her hands and covered the smooth, untainted weapon. Makoto growled in anger. It was telling her nothing...Correction, it wouldn't tell her anything. Setsuna is wrong! her mind screamed, how could she talk to her weapon! It all seemed idiotic to Makoto. Talking to a weapon, the only thing that a weapon could do was defend and kill. It didn't have a mind of its own!
"Goddamn piece of shit!" Makoto opened her eyes and looked down at the now sticky weapon. She shook her head and got up. "It will tell you your right path!" she mocked Setsuna. "Yeah right!" She yelled to the raging surf that was crashing against the rocky cliff. Makoto turned to leave when her sword got pulled out of her grasp. Her eyes widened as she saw a woman who was dressed in green silk lift the sword high above her head and plunge it right into Makoto's heart. Shining green blood began to pour out of her mouth and out of the wound that was just inflicted on her.
"You wish to become perfect?" The woman in green asked. "You wanted to be connected with this gift from the gods?" The woman watched Makoto sink to the ground, becoming unconscious, due to lack of blood and pain. "You, Makoto of the Jupiter, you must go back and be made. Be created. Only then will you become fluorite. Only then will you be accepted by rubilite." With those words, the woman faded into the setting sun, leaving the dying girl to her fate.
Quatra sat alone in his room. He was staring out the window, his mind straying out of thought and time. While in his hands, he held a photo...aged by time and salty tears, of a woman who wore a purple evening gown, with long green hair and bright purple eyes, holding on to a man who looked very much like a boy, from his silvery blonde hair to his sky blue eyes and boyish smile. Why now? Why would you resurface after all these years?
"Quatra?" Trowa had entered Quatra's room ten minutes ago, he hadn't said anything. People need time...time to think. Time to grieve. Quatra seemed to need both at the moment.
"What is it Trowa?" He asked softly. Even though he already knew, Quatra needed to hear it from someone else.
"Hiiro has found Makoto's base. We are all ready to leave." Quatra nodded, standing up he placed the picture in his breast pocket and turned around.
"Alright. I am ready."
"Sir, we have uncovered it! We have finally revealed spinel as an Anzac dagger!" The man only gazed over his shoulder.
"Have you found out how to connect with it yet?"
"We have translated the inscriptions in the ancient text Sir, but we do not know what it means."
"Bring it to me. The text and the dagger."
"As you wish Sir."
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