Although I already wrote a short story for the Darksteel Myr in 'Ode to the Myr of Darksteel', htffan951 had requested that I write another. Hopefully this one is to your liking.

I also wish to thank htffan951 for understanding my recent situations and I wish to tell him/her that I am hopeful that things will improve when enough time passes. Thank you.

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8 - Darksteel Myr

The Darksteel Myr knew nothing of mortality. It had crossed the Oxidda Mountains, across the Razorfield Plains, through the Tangle Forests, and even along the Quicksilver Sea. And for all its encounters within each territory, none of them left the Myr harmed in any way.

It recalled the horde of Goblins that ambushed it in the mountains, and their attempt to 'break to bits' the artifact creature. But their stone and metal weapons simply broke against the Myr's darksteel shell. The Myr even recalled walking harmlessly through the razorgrass, which would have shredded flesh and lesser alloys effortlessly. Even a rampaging creature such as a Tyrranax in the Tangle failed to damage the Myr's body when the beast tried to rip it apart with its deadly claws.

A lesser being would be envious of the Myr's invulnerability. But the Myr was not one for sentimentality and thought nothing of it except as an occasional annoyance.

It glanced down the beach and watched as the quicksilver reflect the rays of the five suns overhead. Unlike typical water, quicksilver did not ebb and flow. It simply reflected like polished metal. The Myr glanced at itself and noticed the stark contrast between it and the quicksilver. It began to question why it was made of darksteel to begin with.

Once it was satisfied with its visit to the coast, the Myr decided to continue on its self-appointed journey. The Myr did not question the reason for its travel, only that it seemed appropriate.

Days could have passed, but no one knows for certain with five suns constantly in the sky. The Darksteel Myr continued its tireless trek until the metal ground had begun to turn black, damp and odorous. It was then that the Myr had realized that it had trudged into the swamps of the Mephidross. The noxious clouds obscured the vision of any seeing creature that would enter, and the Darksteel Myr stood at the threshold. With a moment's hesitation, it entered the dankness of the swamp, unsure what it will encounter in this territory.

The murky waters came over the Myr's ankles, but not deep enough to reach it's knees. The Myr knew nothing of discomfort as the cold wetness clung to its limbs. It walked farther into the swamp, and at one point noticed a black bodied Myr half buried in the muck with an elven arrow embedded in the side of it's head and it's torso cavity hallow as though something exploded outward.

As the Darksteel Myr examined the remains of a Myr it was not familiar with, it did not take notice of the shuffling sound occurring behind it.

There was a grunt, and the Myr turned just in time to see a Contagious Nim pounce at it. The zombie bit down hard on the Myrs shoulder and quickly fled into the darkness, hopefully never to be seen again. The Myr looked at its shoulder and noticed how the darksteel alloy began to decay where the nim had bitten it.

For the first time, the Darksteel Myr felt pain. And it did not like it.