The sun sank into the mountains' serrated maw, wilting red shimmering on the valley's winding river. Winds whipped soot into dark tendrils through the fleshy forest which bent like the wrinkled fingers of a giant's buried hands. The canopy was a sea of many jointed limbs with chapped skin flapping in the gale.
"One more push…" Golett whispered.
The rotund figure stood by the tail of a line of boulders weaving between the riverside's fleshy floras. They resembled a dwarf cladded in full azurite armor. The statue nestled its shoulder into the crook of one disconnected stone, nearly the size of its torso. A yellow light began to glow from a spiral whittled into the idol's chest plate, its eyes, and its joints. Their boots dug deep grooves into the earth as they heaved the rock into the queue. Golett slumped against the wall, dim and done.
A scream pierced the night, startling the statue off the barrier, into a tree. Slime slipped off the bark and flaps of the tree's skin sloughed off, clinging to the effigy. Particles of ash that hung like soup in the air stuck to the sheen, staining the figurine half-gray.
"Who's there?" it hissed, eyelike engravings focused on a long, straight object, wrapped in a blue scarf, leaning against a tree.
"Amy, call an ambulance! I think I've had a stroke!" the voice emanated from within the cloth.
"Calm down, you're-"
"Amy!? Shit…" She must be driving the kids to school.
"-going to get us killed… "
Will anyone hear me over this damn tele? A wet spot formed near the top of the textile, muffling quiet sobs.
That's good… stay quiet… Golett thought, dragging the tips of its boots through the thin layers of fresh ashfall. "Do you want help?"
"What?" That's not the tele…, "Yes! Get me to a hospital! Please!"
"Shut up…" they hissed "we aren't alone out here."
"Um… sure…"Are they on drugs? Oh shit. I'm going to die.
Golett went down on one knee and picked up the object. The scarf was navy with swirls of baby blue, fraying into tassels at the tail. Fibers caught in the joints of Golett's gauntlet as they unraveled a sheathed sword. The weapon's scabbard was smithed from brown metal and engraved with Borromean rings. An icy blue gemstone with a cat-like pupil was embedded in the cross guard, crying. The effigy attempted to pull the scarf away, but the cloth remained securely attached to the pommel.
"Oh, thank god… this is only a nightmare." the Honedge whispered.
"Not yet." Golett responded "We need to move now."