Chapter 6: Some Kind of Monster

Sorry for lack of updates. I am having a hard time with the hard drive this is stored on(i.e. this computer). Enjoy.

"Sir Zeodin! You have returned!" I entered the monastery of Altair to the sight of supposed-to-be-sleeping children.

"Ales, you should be sleeping, you too Morgan. I simply came to talk to Father Simon." With that, I walked to the Father's chambers. He was finishing some work, but I didn't ask anything of it.

"Welcome back, Zeodin. I sense you have another shard. Am I correct?" I began my story.

"Always correct, Father. But I came to ask a question. Upon leaving Regulus, I was engaged by the second placements in the tournament. They wanted retribution for their first loss, and attempted to relieve me of my life. I thwarted this act by killing 3 of the 4 assailants, and obtained the shard by threatening the last being. As I left the sight, I began having horrific thoughts of more killing, enjoying it. Certainly a man revered such as myself would not savor in such dismal fantasies." I argued my case to the wise minister.

"Hmmm… It appears the Soul Edge has it's arctic seize upon you. If you continue to collect these bits of hell-bent foil, you will find yourself unable to shake off these desires. I have warned you before that this will only lead to an ill fate. Cease and abandon this quest, for my sake." I listened to the astute vicar with intent, and soaked in his insight. But I knew I mustn't go by his instructions.

"I must complete this weapon. There is otherwise no one who can conquer the monstrosity that overwhelmed my parents, as well as Farnham. I must make the Miragus. If I am lucky, all I need is this last piece. I will leave you, Simon, to finish this. Farewell." With that, I walked out of the monastery.

I returned to my home in Altair, which was considerably larger than it was when it was left to me from Farnham. I added on to the house a few months back, and a protective shield I set up around it had protected it. I walked in and went straight to the Miragus, the swirling orb of power that had the power of the Soul Edge in it. The concept of my weapon was to use the enemy's thoughts against them. As long as they thought I was using a particular weapon, I was. This was the alchemic magic granted to me from the warrior who vanquished Inferno all of those years ago. She has not been seen since.

I took the Miragus and started forging the Soul Edge into it. This was harder than the last time. The Miragus, hardened from the Soul Edge, was almost finished. I struck the Miragus with the smithing hammer one last time, and looked at my new weapon. As I stuck my hand inside of it to wield it, some of the last shard came out of it. I almost overloaded it! I stuck the shard of Soul Edge and kept it in my pocket. The Miragus itself wasn't very heavy, but once I started swinging it around, I began getting tired. Suddenly, I collapsed onto the floor. I could not move, see, or speak. I could simply breath. After a while, I heard grotesque noises and screams from seemingly nowhere. Afterwards, my vision returned to me. I could see blood and carcasses of humans. After a while I could move about. I got up and look around. I was in another house, with the Miragus in hand. When my speech finally returned to me, I shrieked in horror as I found my hands had been exposed to human blood. I couldn't believe it; I should have listened to Simon. He even warned me this would happen. The Soul Edge transformed me in to a monster. I killed innocents… I mustn't believe it… Why me? I ran to my dwelling and hoped to sleep away this nightmare…