The Blue
It was so dark.
It was all she thought. All there was in the darkest blue. .
Like always.
The girl had no idea how she got there, It wasn't any of her business anymore.
She was no longer connected to wherever she was.
What was that?
The a shape in the distance. She willed herself towards it..
The shape became clearer as she drifted closer.
A multi-colored glow amiss the sea of blue.
The girl didn't know how long in the sea she spent. It was long enough to have forgotten everything.
Longer than she'd like.
The glow in front of her was in a familiar shape. Scarred with cracks, but no signs of decay. It was a sword.
The girl heard a sound, many whispers echoed from the curious blade.
Wait, maybe observation could help understand this blade.
The girl took a deep breath and reached out with such bright blue eyes.
A woman in deep prayer with a dog beastkin with her. A being with twelve wings falling from paradise. A woman dancing with a gold dragon man while -
The girl flushed at some of the… intimate scenes she saw.
Things that were really personal, like REALLY personal!
But she could tell, this blade was like her. A being made of different existence with different lives. All tragic like her, it was oddly comforting knowing there were more like her.
This sword with 24 pieces of 24 worlds, it still reached for more.
For an answer.
Because even if this blade, Boundless Tail, wins all would rewind….
A continuum shift away from the world the girl forgot. That was just so sad, the doubtless eternity that this had been going on in many worlds.
Boundless Tail wasn't even a central fiction, it was like her.
One was held captive by a monster.
It was too nostalgic.
She couldn't leave it like this.
She touched the blade and the whispers stopped.
"Would you like some help?"
The blade asked who or what she was.
The girl thought more than she had in a long time. Who was she?
But the girl had an answer.
"Someone like you."
It was less about her and what she could provide.
The sword listened intently at her.
" If I join you, I could help."
The sword was confused.
"if I joined all of you, I could help."
The sword was silent, it was made of 24 different individuals, adding four more wouldn't make a difference.
It gave her approval for the act.
But it needed to know her name.
" I had different names, so I don't know."
The sword encouraged her that they were all her. All were her, so they were all fine.
The blade was really optimistic, but it was still contemplating an answer to it's issue.
So it was either really stubborn or that mentally strong.
The girl could appreciate that.
"Then….."
The girl gave the sword her name.
There was light surrounding them as the sword made the pact with the girl. She grasped the hilt but a black claw from her left grabbed her hand. A white claw from her right grasped the hilt as well.
Both tried to pull it from her firm grip.
The pact split three ways but was filled, one whole being became three different yet the same whole being.
The black, the white, and the blue flew to a new world and connected.
A call was heard, and the new beings sprang from the light responded in kind.
Those in power of the world that housed the 23 wards of the blocked off Tokyo felt a shift.
Something had changed and whether this something was to their advantage was what many considered.
Those who were with a boy on a black throne took notice.
His face was blank with a frown of confusion.
And that was frightening.
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