Taylor Interlude
It was funny.
Not in a funny 'ha ha' way, not unless it was with maniacal laughter that ended with me crying my eyes out again.
I was a Cape, one of the 'Special' ones with powers beyond science's comprehension.
It should have been the happiest thing to happen to me since Emma stabbed me in the back
and invited crows to pick at my still bleeding body.
But no, my powers couldn't be like that, I didn't get to be like Alexandria, or Legend, or even like Lung.
No, that would be too much for fucking Taylor, no, my very power decided to rub my nose in the fact that I was useless, that I would never be able to stand on my own.
That maybe Emma had been right to abandon me when she found a new friend.
After all, all I can do is steal the true Heroes glory, copy the Legends they had wroth from fate with their blades, their rage, acts and will.
So much more than anything I could be, so much more than even the heroes of the protectorate were.
My problems meant nothing though. They could act again, after the end of their almost fairytale like legacies.
They were more like nascent gods than mere capes, but they needed a vessel.
I could be that vessel, I could find value from that.
I was, I suppose, trying to comfort myself when I found my name, Grail.
If I was to be a vessel to hold those that could not have a known value, as they surpassed anything but each other, then I would take the title of the ultimate vessel, the Holy Grail.
A few of them had sought it, those distant titans that sat upon their Throne.
And that meant I knew what it was, what it could hold…
Ha.
It truly was nothing but arrogance that had led to my claiming the title in the end I guess, but it felt Right.
The first time I touched the Throne, it nearly killed me.
I don't mean that in the way of it actually harming me, at least not in the normal meaning of harm.
Seeing it, and just hearing the faintest echoes of the achievements of they who resided there…
Even with everything that the trio had done, all of the abuse, the slightest glimpse of the Throne of Heroes and the Legends that sat upon it were enough to drive me to suicide in less than a second.
The sheer insignificance of everything I was when next to them, was like comparing a candle to the sun, like static to a lightning bolt, but more so.
They were not just larger than life, they were so much deeper as well.
It was the difference between a breeze and a tornado, these were… I wouldn't call them people, but the truly horrifying truth was this, they once were, these forces of nature, these godlings that rewrote the rules of what was possible, and did it with thousands of different forms of power, every single one of them burning with a purpose and will that would tear the world down if it dared stand in their way, were once mortals.
It was that more than anything that drove me to the edge, the fact that I could have been that, and was instead this… pathetic thing that let the trio and their followers walk over me.
And it was also what kept me from diving off that edge.
These Legends could walk once more, through me.
I can't let my selfishness stop that, they are needed too much.
So I walk, and summon them to overlay themselves on my body, mind and soul. The strain I feel is nothing compared to the burdens they carried individually, let alone together.
I am the Grail.
And even if it breaks me, through me, they shall wage War.