Okay, I'm FINALLY here with an update. Thank-you school holiday! I have no school this Monday, so that gives me time to update. Sorry for the wait, this week has been crazy for me, and my teachers just love assigning me homework and projects! I've decided to continue on with the story after seeing your support, so thank-you for encouraging me to continue! If you are confused about this chapter, here's an explanation that might help (although you can skip most of this rant because it really is way too long, and I shouldn't be typing up a poorly constructed essay as an author's note). This is when Dynamis is under Hades Curse and after he met Ginga and his friends. Dynamis is now at the temple in Central America where he battled Ginga and Kyoya while under the curse, and it's just always bothered me that the show writers never dove very deep into Dynamis' experience with Hades Curse.
Hades Curse has so many possibilities when it comes to story ideas, but the writers didn't use that chance to characterize Dynamis. Even though Dynamis doesn't have a lot of screen time and is a minor character, I still would've appreciated it if he got at least some characterization. We even know about Tithi's personality than Dynamis', and Tithi has even less screen time! But... maybe that's why Dynamis is such a popular character, because there are so many possibilities when it comes to his personality. He's kind of like a blank slate, and his character is much more flexible than say Ginga or Madoka's. There are so many more possibilities, and that's probably why I like writing about him so much, because I can put my own ideas into him.
But let's face it, we don't really know that much about Dynamis. All we know is that he's a guardian of a temple in the middle of nowhere and is under a curse. Dynamis is the only legendary blader who doesn't really have a back story besides Rago. We don't know who he is as a person, and that's always bothered me because he seems to be such an interesting character. Dynamis could've been so much more as a character in the MFB series, but his personality doesn't go beyond the wise person that contains all the information needed to understand the plot of the show. We need to remember that Dynamis is only a teenager, so he can't be expected to sit around a temple all day and to be shut off from society and not complain.
It's just that I'm passionate about Dynamis as a character, and I really wish that the writers could've done more with him. The question that's in my head is that how come the writers decided to skip upon so much potential for a character like Dynamis. Even after he recovers from the curse, he seems relatively unfazed, and if someone survives that level of electricity coursing through their body and having someone continuously take over their mind like that, said person should at least feel a little uneven on their feet. Yet, Dynamis just gets back up to follow Aguma. If another character went through that ordeal, they would probably be crying and running to their friends for help.
Also, have you noticed that Dynamis is one of the only characters who doesn't have that much depth in their flashbacks? His flashbacks don't go beyond explaining history, and as much as I love history, I wish the writers could've taken the flashbacks and added some experiences he had in the past that build on his character. I'm sorry about this rant, I guess I just tend to take out a lot of my frustrations with the show in these author's notes and reviews, but now, since you're probably tired of hearing me blab on, let's begin this chapter!
A burning sensation set his chest on fire, and he felt as if pins and needles pricked his skin. It hurt, yes, but what hurt more was that evil had taken over. Evil screamed in his ears and taunted his head. He felt terrible. He let his friends down, his father down, and he even let down the Will of the Heavens, all because of something he could not control. It ripped holes in his heart and bound his spirit. He spiraled deeper and deeper into darkness for what seemed like forever, and the more guilt he felt, the deeper he fell, and the deeper he fell, the deeper he would fall into the curse.
His bloodline was cursed, and he knew it. The curse struck down every guardian before him, and this time, it appeared, the curse would drag him down as well. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. His mouth just gave out a silent cry, and he thought he would choke to death. His surroundings were a deep pit. He had his eyes closed, but even if he opened them, he knew what he would see, darkness. Yells and hisses and the curse's voice rang around him. He couldn't tell where all the noises came from, but he certainly didn't want to find out. They all said one thing, and one thing only: Failure.
He failed. He failed at guarding the temple, he failed at fighting the curse, and he feared that sooner or later, he would fail the world. The world needed all the legendary bladers to defeat Nemesis, but it seemed that he wouldn't be able to make it to the fight. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt himself falling deeper. He knew he wouldn't make it. No one else did. Not his father, not his grandfather, and not his ancestor. They'd all been through this hole before, this hole deep within their hearts and souls. It was the hole of their greatest fears and their own inner demons. The hole meant of failure, just like what the shouts said.
Screaming for help would be pointless. No one would hear him. He would just continue to plummet forever. Down, down down, that was the only direction he would go in at this point, he thought. He was trapped, trapped in his own mind, and he thought he would spend eternity here. He would just be another wasted soul. Well, at least he didn't have any heirs that would suffer the same fate. At least he would be the curse's last victim, and that was good enough for him.
He had his eyes shut, but his mind forced flashbacks on him. The picture was crystal clear, and the memory of that day popped into his mind. How on that day, the air smelled of death, how on that day, he knew something was wrong, and how on that day, he heard his father's screams as the curse tore his mind apart. That day was the worst day of his life. He his hero, his closest friend, and most importantly, his father, couldn't take the strain of the curse any longer. It ended just like that, and in a snap of a finger, his father fell, just like how he was falling right now.
He remembered all the tears and pain. It stung, like salt in a reopened wound. He remembered it all as if it happened yesterday. He remembered how the curse's influence on his father just started with the occasional shouting fit. Then, the shouting and arguing got more and more frequent, and the horrid sounds of his father's screams that echoed through the temple soon followed as the curse's grip on Dynamis' father tightened. It was a nightmare. Dynamis could see his father no longer. He just saw a monster, a monster who took the form of his father. The memory made his head spin as tears began forming again. Now it was his turn. It was his turn to scream. Dynamis opened his mouth and let out a deafening cry, and droplets of water slid down his cheeks.
Somehow, he let a horrible scream leave him, and somehow, when he finally shut closed his mouth, a voice called out, "Dynamis... please... I beg you, I beg for you to find yourself in this darkness..."
Dynamis opened his eyes. He still saw nothing but an endless pit, but he heard the warm, familiar voice. He hadn't heard the voice in nine years, but he would never forget it, just like how he would never forget the voice of his mother.
"FATHER!" Dynamis screeched into the oblivion. Something cut off his voice at that moment. He didn't know what did. Was it the curse? Was it his broken voice? Or perhaps, something else broke? He would have gasped if he hadn't come to such a sharp realization. He almost felt as if that particular thought at that particular moment punched him right in the face. He was the one that broke. Not his voice, not everyone's trust in him, but he himself broke. He shattered, or was in the process of it anyway. An energy coursed through his body, and he felt the pieces of his cracking mind form back together.
Then, he cried out in pain. A shot of electricity jolted through his heart, and it lit up the dark hole for a few seconds. He only needed a few seconds, though, because when he came to his senses, he found himself in dark robes and battling Ginga. Ginga! What was he doing battling his fellow ally?! He had to warn him! He spoke few but powerful words before lightning whirled around him again. He could feel himself descend once more.
"GINGA!" his mind wailed, but he knew Ginga couldn't hear him anymore. Down he went, and the whispers and laughs returned, still telling him how much of a failure he was. "No... no...! This cannot be... it just... cannot..." Dynamis murmured. He closed his eyes just like before, and the pains in his chest grew.
The voices started to get louder and to say things other than just the word failure.
"There's no escape..."
"You are doomed...! Doomed to suffer forever!"
"Sleep... Sleep... Sleep now, Dynamis... just like your father!"
"No, stop! Stop this now!" Dynamis ordered. The cruel string of words continued. Shrieks of tortured and lost souls filled his ears, and Dynamis knew who they were. They were all the guardians before him. They were all trapped here, and soon, he would be too. Oh what a cruel world he lived in. The Will of the Heavens must have hated him, and Dynamis convinced himself so. His head felt like someone lit him on fire, his heart thumped so hard and fast that he could hear it, but the worst pain was the sight of the staring eyes of all the previous temple guardians. Their eyes seemed blank and broken, and Dynamis thought for sure his eyes would be added to the collection.
Some of his ancestors circled in panic while the rest floated around lost. Begs for help rang in the air as the spirits of fallen guardians swirled around him, and Dynamis could feel his soul join the tornado of tormented souls. He was gone. He had already gone under. The curse had won. Or so it seemed.
"Don't give up..." Dynamis snapped opened his eyes. He heard his father's voice again! He didn't have the energy to scream, though. He just tilted his head to the side and saw the flying spirit of his father. His father smiled and waved a wispy hand at him. "So we meet again..." he voice resonated strongly throughout the wide hole, but it was weak and shaky. Though, his father managed to continue, "My son, I am sorry... sorry to have burdened this curse on you..."
"You do not have to feel such sorrow..." a single tear slid down Dynamis' face, and his father used his thumb to wipe it away.
"Do not cry, I do not wish to see you in such pain," his father's voice lowered in volume. It sounded comforting and safe, so much like his childhood, and Dynamis looked with watery eyes at his childhood friend, in other words, his father.
"I do not wish to see you in so much pain, either," Dynamis sniffed. Droplets of water rimmed on the edge of his vision, and he leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around his father and buried his head into his chest. "I'm sorry... I failed..."
"No, you did not," Dynamis' father squeezed him tight.
"But I have. I've failed the world, all because of this... this curse," Dynamis' breath hitched in his throat for a few seconds.
"Do not say such things, if anyone has to be sorry, it's me... I'm sorry I didn't have as much time with you... I wish I did..." Dynamis' father sighed. "I wish I had more time..."
"W-what... what do you mean?" Dynamis asked. A million questions bounced around in Dynamis' head, all of them zooming around so fast he could barely keep track of them. He didn't have a chance to voice his questions, though, because Dynamis could feel his father's warm touch disappear. "Father...? Father?! FATHER!" Dynamis darted his eyes around, but he saw nothing. His father was gone. Dynamis no longer had the sense of security his father gave him. The currants of the whirlwind of souls must have swept him away.
"No!" Dynamis wailed. He received no response. Dynamis forced his frail soul to scramble around the pit to hopefully meet with his father again, but he could only fall with the others. Down he went once more. He knew there was no bottom. He would just continue to spiral into this... this deep, dark hole. Forever... Now that he thought about it, forever seemed like a long time. Everyone knew it was a long time, but when the thought came across his head, tiny fragments of his wandering spirit started to separate from his mind. Dynamis' mind started to cloud, and his thoughts started to get fuzzy. Dynamis sensed the parts of his soul that made him Dynamis drift off into the distance. His form started to fade, and it started to float towards the organized chaos of shattered souls.
Groans and moans from broken souls filled the air with an awful tune, and Dynamis cringed every time he heard the hopeless cries of guardians desperate to escape. Dynamis's eyes flutter closed despite his efforts in trying to keep them open, and the curse's power began tugging him towards the tornado of pale, pasty, and crippled souls. "Give up they say... And to give up is what I shall do... 'Tis my fate... It is the Will of the Heavens, I am sure of it..." Dynamis mumbled. The colors resonating from his own spirit began to fade, and he the colors of his heart faded as well. He felt empty, as if he was no longer Dynamis. He felt that he was only a small fragment of this mass of spirits.
The messages of failure grew louder within his head, and other words joined the mix. "I'm gone they say, and I am," Dynamis thought that would be the last words he ever said. There was no escape... no way to get out... this was his fate... and there was no turning back... His hearing started to mash together all the sounds of wailing and voices listing his failures and the shouts he could faintly hear from the outside world. The realm he fell into would occasionally let input from the world outside his mind enter, but it only took the form of ripples of sound that were impossible to comprehend.
Souls brushed by Dynamis every once in a while, and their cold, hazy touches brushed against him. His soul began to scatter, and he began to lose even more parts of himself. He was lost within himself, and his own minds was splitting him into smaller and smaller pieces. All the noises that now came out of Dynamis were soft moans and groans, just like the others, and at last, after hesitating, he closed his eyes. He could fight it no longer. "Gone!" the voices rang in his ears. The words repeated over and over and over again, as if it was the only thing he would now hear. "He's now gone!" screeched the voices.
"You are not yet gone!" Dynamis' eyes snapped open. Who had said that?! Dynamis looked up, and he saw his father spinning from above. "Quickly, you can still get out of here! You still have time! Save yourself, please! For me...!" his father called out only for the spiraling spirits of guardians to whisk him away, and Dynamis saw the blur of grey that was his father. It was all black and white or somewhere in between, and Dynamis looked at himself. He brought his hands up to his face and saw just an outline, a shell of who he used to be. He had turned grey, and this dull, grey color was all he was now.
He whispered to himself, "What have I become?" More tears threatened to fall.
Then, Dynamis noticed something in his hair. He saw the final touch of color he had was fading fast. He gasped. His father was right! He did have the slightest opening in getting out of the pit!
A lavender speck in his hair warred with his currently almost grey and white form, so he knew he ran on borrowed time. "Father?! Where are you?!" Dynamis fought to get his voice out, but he found that attempt to call out his father would be in vain. His father's voice began to drift further and further away as it lost once again to distance. That final moment with his father decided it. He was going to get out of here, and he had to if he liked it or not. If he wouldn't do it for himself, he would do it for his father.
Fighting arms and legs started to claw at the sorrowful space as Dynamis wished with all his might to keep that tiny bit of lavender he had on him. That minuscule of color was all he had left of himself, but even that spot of lavender hair wouldn't last much longer, at least if he stayed here.
It was as if he fought against the most powerful waterfall on earth, but he managed to slip past a few of his ancestors. A dot of light entered his vision. There was a way to exit this hole! Granted, it would be hard to get there, but at least he had some hope of getting out. The light from above strung through the darkness, and when the drop of light cascaded gently onto his forehead, the grey hue of his soul started to lessen. A spot of color reappeared on him, and when Dynamis climbed high enough for the light to reach his eyes, he knew that the slightest hint of twilight blue began to return.
At this point, he had clambered beyond the point of the spirits. He was still rather far down, but as more sprinkles of light hit him, more and more of the broken fragments of his soul started to piece back together.
All of a sudden, a voice hissed in his ear. "FAILURE!" The word could've blasted out his eardrums if he had control of his body, but no, he floated around the depths of his mind. The voice came from inside of him, but still, it hurt to hear the word. His form started tremble as he entered the field of hate words aimed at him. While falling, he took note of this particular part of the cavern the curse sent him plummeting down. This layer of the endless pit had voices that taunted him. Even if he continued to fall further and further away from this layer, he would still hear the voices, their eternal screams and insults there to haunt him forever unless he fled upwards.
Dynamis gritted his teeth and braced himself for the attack of screams, and as he rose closer to the surface, the string of hurtful words started to get harder to resist. They called him worthless, nothing, a waste, and so much more he just wanted to forget. The words ate away at any hope he latched on to, and he saw some color start to fade again. "No!" Dynamis' voice echoed down, and the fragment of sound he released bounced down to be lost forever in the non-ending pit. Dynamis shuttered when he looked down. He didn't want to lose more of himself. He had to find a way to gather his mind together, but how?
"You can do this," Dynamis shot a glare at wherever the voice came from and continued up, only to hear the crackle of lightning bleed into the screams. The familiar sensation of numbness coursed through him as the lightning dug through his chest.
Darkness tarnished the corners of his vision before blinding him for a few seconds, and when he reopened his eyes, he saw himself no longer battling Ginga but Kyoya, the guy who nearly destroyed his temple. Dynamis chuckled at the thought. He still carried a bit of annoyance with the whole temple incident thing, but that didn't matter now. He had to warn Ginga, who stood to the left of Kyoya. He wanted to shout out what was going on and why he would turn on Ginga like that, but he didn't have the time. He had to warn them.
After a sentence or two, Dynamis' control over his body started to slip, and flames of dark purple surrounded him. He fell once more.
He could only say one more thing, "Hurry Ginga! There is no time!" Ginga had to hurry in order to prevent Nemesis from rising, and so did Dynamis. Ginga's words barely reached his ears, which hurt from all the voices that howled at him from the inside, but the soft, faint calling of his name comforted him in the smallest way. At least there were people that cared about him... He had to tear away from the light again, and although he didn't want to, he couldn't take the pains hammering in his chest much longer. Electricity zipped around him, and he got a glimpse of his friends' faces one final time.
A cry for help clawed its way out of Dynamis' throat, and the pit engulfed him in its trap. He was gone again, and there was much worse to come. Hades Curse had plans to put Dynamis through much more suffering as images of the curse's evil smirk filled Dynamis' mind.
"My precious Dynamis, this is only the beginning of your suffering," the curse, who took the shape of Dynamis but with a pendent and robes the color of the Black Sun, traced its chilly finger across Dynamis' neck. The two met eyes, and Dynamis wanted to cower in terror from the curse's haunting stare. Dynamis gulped. He wasn't out of the woods yet.
*looks at the chapter above me* Okay, that was WAY too long. I hope you enjoyed it, though. Tell me what you think, and if you can, are there any suggestions you guys have for not making my chapters too long? I had to split this chapter up into two parts since the word count was making me a bit nervous, but hopefully I didn't bore you with a seemingly endless string of words...
I hope it wasn't too confusing, and I hope the chapter wasn't too corny. Please give me your honest opinions, and constructive criticism is always welcome! Next chapter, Dynamis will have more conversation with the curse, and it'll be more of a one on one with Dynamis and the curse, if you were hoping to see Dynamis chat more with Hades Curse. Well, that about sums it all up for this chapter, so this is Gocty saying have a nice day! ~:D