Day 10
Dear Diary,
I apologize for not writing inside you for the past eight days, but I've been rather busy in that time and so I'd might as well catch up to you while I still have a break. We've been given a lesson on manipulating the plastic material we all know as wraithbone for a while now. The lessons have been difficult as it is not easy to play the flute that is required, especially with Farseer Lira overseeing our training in this area. Apparently, the growth of wraithbone reacts to psychic energies played in the notes, and how the notes are played will affect how the wraithbone grows. When the flute is played in the absence of any available wraithbone, the ambient warp energy is solidified at the seer's command, creating a sphere of wraithbone to sprout from the ground until it becomes a fin, or structure depending on how much concentration is placed on the form of the object and the way the notes are played. If the notes are played very angrily and aggressively, then the wraithbone will grow faster, but it also becomes spikier prompting somebody to come and cut off the spikes for use as shuriken, tangs for close-combat weapons, and even chainsword chains. Slower and smoother playing will of course make the shape of the wraithbone smoother and more streamlined.
Anyway, back to our assignment, the one that took me eight days to complete, we were to grow our own witchblades from scratch. As I've seen in the first day of the training, making witchblades is rather difficult—I have to first summon up the wraithbone, then I have to form it into the shape of a sword. It's really hard to do since I have to both focus on the shape of the sword and on forming the energy of the warp into wraithbone. It wasn't until the third day on my break from training that I saw something interesting on my way to the barracks—I saw Farseer Lira taking off her ghosthelm for the first time revealing auburn hair and sapphire eyes, and then her wraithbone rune armor in her quarters. Her skin was pale with a bright bluish tint to it; her form under her robes and shroud was slender and covered with scars from previous battles that seemed to enhance her beauty. Being from the middle class, I know that the average Eldar especially from the exodite worlds would have a tanner complexion similar to that of a human, but those of the upper class would probably be like her…paler skin is one of the things that the psykers among our race are known for—it means that they are beginning to crystallize. As I watch her go into her showers, I see her looking at her hands—they are a glittering pastel blue color from exposure to warp energies. She must be getting close to being fully crystallized in another ten or hundred years. A shame such a beauty as her would end up in the Dome of Crystal Seers, where all the crystallized remains of Farseers and Warlocks stand around in a garden as if it were a dinner party of statues without any known successors or offspring for that matter.
Before I could leave the area, I was frozen in place when something odd had happened—once I had taken that one step to leave, I had a vision: I saw Farseer Lira locked in combat with a human…from the silvery and heavy-looking Terminator armor, I could tell that this was a member of the Gray Knights of the Imperial Inquisition, and judging by the golden designs of his armor, I would deduce that this human is one of the Inquisitors I've heard about fighting with a sword in opposition with Farseer Lira's Singing Spear. In one final blow, Farseer Lira was struck down with a single slash of the Inquisitor's broadsword as it cleaved through the shaft of her spear, and to finish off the job, the Inquisitor took out his bolt pistol, and put a bullet through the Farseer's forehead while I ran to her trying to save her. As soon as I was snapped back into reality, I immediately ran to the barracks. I couldn't sleep that night as I was disturbed by that vision. The next morning, I was having trouble enough playing the flute—originally I had been improving quickly on the flute-playing, but after last night's vision I became too nervous to play. The unthinkable happened when Farseer Lira appeared right next to me and beckoning me to her quarters.
"Tyr'an, your flute-playing skills have declined since the third day of our training in this area," she said, with her hand on my throat, "was it because you were thinking of getting your free show again?" "No Farseer," I said, with trouble speaking, "what I saw on my way to the barracks was on accident. I wouldn't even dream of pushing my luck like that again nor would I deliberately do so."
"Then what is the problem?"
"It was something that I saw after I tried to leave."
"And what did you see?"
"I saw your end at the hands of a human wielding a sword—he appeared to be a member of the Gray Knights, and he sliced through your spear before killing you with a shot to the head with his pistol as I tried to rescue you."
As she let me go, she had the look of shock in her eyes that turned into cold blue sapphires. "This can't be. Those treacherous humans! Tyr'an, don't say a word of this on your way out. And if I see that you are not doing your assignment well because of this, I will make sure that you suffer the same fate as your friend Nic'ya." As I turn to leave I stop for a moment as she says, "Play something you know that is beautiful—something that inspires you."
In the next three days after that, I found the song that inspired me…a song that I knew. As I converted the energies of the warp into wraithbone, I played the song that had inspired me: it was the "Symphony of Isha", a beautiful song detailing the pain and the sadness that the goddess Isha had gone through for the sake of her beloved Eldar at the hands of Kaela Mensha Khaine. As I focused on the story behind the song, I finally had the main blade of my witchblade—it had a silver blade with a reddish tint to it mixed in equally with the gray. I wasted no time in fitting my greatsword with a wraithbone tang, a pair of spirit stones, and wired up the sword the day after. I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me in the training hall, and as I turned my head, I found nobody. I should thank Farseer Lira for the pointer!