Greetings once again everyone. Theo has returned for the time being. I do apologize for disappearing for the past few years, but life had taken a few unexpected and unwelcome twists. Last year I had lost two loved ones, and I am still feeling their loss deeply. During that period, I escaped back into MTG for a while. I went through my collection one day and rediscovered my huge collection of Myr cards and I decided to continue with the short stories that I wrote a while back, focusing on a different Myr each time. I do plan to eventually write one for each Myr card that has thus far been printed. I have added 2 for now, but more WILL come.

If you wish to see a story based upon a particular Myr card, PLEASE feel free to request it of me and I will try to post one to your liking. Thank you.

I do apologize in advance if this is not my best work.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything from Magic: The Gathering, or its characters. I only own the idea for these short stories.

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6 - Myr Turbine & Myr Superion

Mirrodin was on the brink of war. The plane itself was it's own enemy because the Phyrexians were impregnated from the very core of the world. The Phyrexians have infested, devoured and destroyed all they encountered. Even some of the most resilient indigenous life fell victim to the contagion. However, when the way of life is threatened, answers are often conceived. The sufficiency of such answers remains to be seen.

A Myr Turbine, untouched by the Phyrexian oil, hummed lightly as the inner workings of the structure manufactured and produced a continuous stream of fresh new Myr constructs, their bodies suspended in animation by some magical force that allowed them to orbit the place of their creation. Most of these constructs were of minor design, which hardly posed a threat to the enemies of Mirrian life. However, even an army of ants can slaughter an elephant if their numbers are great enough and the logistics of the Turbine concluded this. More countless Myr were in the process of construction, yet even the Turbine calculated that even such a large force would still fail. The current Myr designs were deemed too frail. A new design must be made. Through the logic of it's systems, the Myr Turbine sent out a signal, requesting for five Myr, willing to forfeit their parts for the creation of a new Myr design, one that will lead the armies of the Myr against the Phyrexian threat. A queen leads an army of ants. This army of Myr deserves such a figurehead.

Almost instantly, the Turbine received responses from five Myr, their eagerness to serve proved as a testament to their design. The Turbine agreed with these volunteers and accepted their sacrifice. To many, the Myr are mindless drones, obeying whatever was ordered of them by whatever they saw as superior to themselves. But this is not true. The Myr are constructs of sentience, but only the minds of Myr could understand it.

Within the bowels of the Turbine, five Myr gathered. Surrounding them were various tools that operated without supervision. Mechanical arms gathered materials while magical effigies supplied amply sources of power. These mechanical arms descended onto the five volunteers and with almost inhuman cruelty, began to tear the limbs off the Myrs. This may seem brutal in the eyes of other creatures, but for the Myr, which had no sense of pain, this was the way of things.

Within moments, the only evidence that the five Myr ever existed was a pile of Myr body parts. The elongated extensions of the Turbine dug into the pile and began to construct a single design from the parts of many.

The final weld was made and all pieces used. Where five Myr were dismantled, now stood a giant of a construct, a Myr that would lead it's smaller siblings to war, and was thus classified as Myr Superion. It was perhaps the most powerful Myr that had thus been created. The Myr Turbine concluded in its logics that only two kinds of Myr would survive the coming catastrophe wroth by the Phyrexians: The powerful, and those that stay close to them.