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"Anima." The boy declared. "We are Anima and Sylph. The god of stars and the goddess of wind."
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"Spread our names across the land. That shall be the price of our intervention. Gods can't exist without worship."
The boy turned, not willing to look at mere mortals any longer.
"Goodbye, mortals. Until we meet again."
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Please note that I do not own Mushoku Tensei or Fate
Also please note I do not know much about the Fate Universe. I will try and search everything I can, But I will make mistakes. And I'll make a lot of them. Please tell me so I can fix them. I'm doing this to try and cure my writer's block, so please don't bash me too hard in the comments.
P.S. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Let's just say I have a certain virus. Covid sucks. And how does having covid also give you stomach issues?!
Hope you people don't get it!
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"...and that is how tuning works. Understand?"
I'd just spent the last hour explaining tuning to Sylphie.
"So...Mana pathways are like tangled threads, and tuning straightens them out, making casting spells more efficient?"
"Right! Smart girl." I ruffled her hair again.
An odd look crept up her face. "How do you know so much about magic, Rudy?"
A cheeky laugh burst from my mouth. "I told you before, didn't I? That's-"
"A secret. I know. But can you please tell me? Pleeeeaaaase?"
Great. She knows I'm weak to her puppy-dog eyes. I looked away, focusing on the sparrows foraging in the snow. Yet Sylphie's face appeared in my mind no matter where I looked.
"Alright! Alright! You win!"
I groaned, sitting down beside her. I looked at the sun in the distance-it was around four in the afternoon. There should be enough time for some storytelling.
"Let me tell you a story, okay?"
"Okay!"
I smiled, closing my eyes. How to explain this, I wonder.
"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young...what is that?"
I spotted seven large shadows flying toward us. Reddish brown scales glinted in the sun, and the flapping of mighty wings could be heard even so far away.
My face paled.
What in the world were seven Red Wryms doing so far from their territory. This isn't mountainous terrain! They can't take off once they land!
So what were they doing coming here? Perhaps drafts of wind carried them here, or they just got lost. Either way, this isn't good. A single Wyrm is an S-Rank threat. With seven, you might as well call in one of the seven great powers!
People began rushing out of their houses as a great roar split the skies. For a single moment, silence reigned. Yet it was broken a moment later. A cacophony of voices erupted.
Most villagers were in a state of panic and confusion. The chief seemed to have fallen into despair, a hopeless look on his face.
"Rudy? What's going on?" Sylphie, who was hiding under my cloak, peeked her head out.
As the wyrms got closer, I began scanning their bodies for weaknesses. The outer side of the beast was coated in crimson-red scales. They looked perfect, with no visible scars or defects. The front side, including the wings, belly, and neck, weren't coated in red armor, instead protected by a dirty beige-colored hide. Spikes as black as obsidian stuck out from its limbs and tail. Sharp claws glinted dangerously in the sun. Jaws full of mismatched fangs sharper than blades only added to the wyrms' terrifying glory. Golden eyes that could petrify you with fear with just a glance were filled with animalistic instinct, yet no one could mistake the glint of intelligence hidden within.
"I'm scared." Sylphie quivered in my arms.
"Don't worry." I tried to stabilize my shaking hands, running one through her hair, "We'll be fine. I promise."
My voice shook with uncertainty.
Sylphie's grip on my hand tightened. What was I thinking?! Bringing a child here?! Even though I was a child as well.
"Think, brain!. What can I do?"
Running away wasn't an option-we'd be forsaking the villagers, not to mention the Red Wyrms would catch up with us in no time. Hiding was out as well-their sense of smell was too sensitive. Meeting them head-on is the only option if we want to survive. I gave a shaky breath, steeling my resolve.
"Sylphie, do you remember that secret spell I told you about?" I flicked my wrist, and my wand fell into my hand.
"Yes?" She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.
My heart burned.
These stupid flying worms. How dare they make my angel cry?!
I began prepping my spells, letting my magic crest run wild with magical energy. It seems the tuning from earlier is still in effect.
The beasts flew low as they neared the village, their throats burning with deadly light. That was my cue. I began walking, slowly and confidently, toward the living disasters.
"Wait! Are you out of your mind, child?! Come back!" The chief shouted at us, running to get us out of the way. "Someone get those children!"
Yet no one moved-they were too busy running away.
I held out a hand.
The wyrm in the front swooped, and a magnificent rush of orange flames burst from its mouth.
"No!" The village chief cried.
I heard multiple people chanting water spells. That won't be enough to save them, but that wasn't needed.
I released my magic.
The sky seemed to darken. Pulses of Mana came from the stars as their positions changed. The villagers closed their eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Yet death never came.
As a few cautious mages opened their eyes, disbelieving gasps rang out.
Five golden barriers covered the village, standing tall against the pillar of flame.
The dragon stopped breathing fire, tilting its head as if surprised such frail creatures could withstand its power. Three more wyrms unleashed their breath while the other four dived. My circuits burned as the attacks hit, yet the shield showed no sign of breaking. Seven wyrms weren't enough to break this.
In theory, if cast correctly, this wall of gold could even withstand the might of a divine construct.
I placed my free hand on Sylphie's head, "We'll be fine, see?"
She looked at the golden barriers in wonder. I gave a small laugh, pushing her back.
"Get behind me. There's something I need to do."
The four dragons who dived toward us hit the barrier with a bang, falling to the ground with a sound akin to an earthquake. They slowly got up, roaring in frustration.
They were young, I finally realized. Their sizes were too small to be adult dragons. That's why they were out here.
The wyrms began clawing at the golden shield, the resulting sounds as unpleasant as nails on chalkboards. I waited for an opening.
"Now!"
The Red Wyrms stopped pounding, backing away as their throats burned. My heartbeat quickened. Will this actually work?
My shield vanished in golden motes of light.
"Burst from the ground, oh river of fire."
My cloak unfurled. Butterfly wings covered with magic circles slowly flapped in the wind. High-Speed Incantation kicked in, speeding up the chanting ten-fold.
"Pyriphlegethon!"
Red flames met firey blue.
My fire spell, "Pyriphlegethon," can absorb normal fire to grow stronger. Firey blue became deadly white, overpowering the dragons in minutes. Most managed to get away, but one wasn't so lucky. As soon as my fire touched the unfortunate wyrm, it flowed like a raging river, covering the entire body of the red beast in seconds. I covered my and Sylphie's ears as its dying roar reached us.
I didn't wait for the Red Wyrms to counter-attack.
"I need your help, Sylphie."
Thirty swords appeared in a flash of blue light and were fired at the remaining dragons to buy me a little time.
"Can you fire some projectiles at them?" I pointed at the Red Dragons.
"I-I...um..." She was quivering behind me.
"Don't worry. I know you can do it." I patted her head, "I'll make sure you're safe."
Her eyes steeled. "Alright!"
I smiled, closing my eyes. I heard blades of wind impacting the scales of the living natural disasters. The words of a spell floated in my mind. I breathed. Deeply and steadily. Lives were on the line. Failure is unacceptable.
"The god of creation has fallen, an eternal sleep claiming this primordial's strength. Its dying roar shall split the skies, forming the gates that separate heaven and hell, held together by the lance of god. Its lingering will shall divide the world, giving rise to seven lands bound by the chains of heaven. Its primordial body shall form the ground we mortals stand upon. Let his lord's blood become the firey magma that flows beneath. Let his lord's eyes become the primordial sun and celestial moon. Yet a storm of the elements brews, forming with the alignment of the planets and stars. A god of evil rises, its howl breaking the lance of god. I beg of you, oh primordial of creation. Let this unworthy one borrow your heavenly chain, forged from the fires of your blood and the prayers mortals gifted. I shall be the one to cleanse this typhoon, to slay this evil god who plagues us all. Let this blow cut through the veil, letting mortals see the realm of heaven. Let this chain pierce the skies, letting the angels of god touch the depths of hell."
My words were slow, yet the wind blades provided just enough time. My eyes snapped open, burning with power.
"Chains of Heaven!"
An earthquake shook the land, and a mountain shattered in the distance. Earth turned into steel as chains rose from the ground, wrapping around the three wyrms still on the earth.
Three shattered spears, each taller than a mountain, fell from the sky. Made of the mountain broken moments before. They fell as the wind howled, impaling and killing the dragons.
Even though this spell was called "Chains of Heaven," you also summon steel spears. That's why a "Spear of God" is mentioned in the chant.
I turned my attention to the three Red Wyrms still in flight. Chains formed from distant peaks, yet the dragons melted them all with firey breath.
I scowled. Only one spell I knew was powerful enough to take down these flying worms.
My circuits activated once more, blazing in protest. Pain shot through my body as I felt the strain of using things unnatural to my body.
"Time...Alter..."
This is a battle for tens of lives. A struggle against foes hundreds of times mightier than a mortal human.
An artificial world merged with my body. A world where the laws of time differed from the rules of reality. An unnatural Reality Marble fought against the planet for dominance.
"Triple Excel!"
I need to use every trick I have!
*Blargh?!*
Blood rushed from my mouth. This is what I get for using Time Alter with High-Speed Incantation. I forced the blood down. I felt my tooth chip from how hard I clenched my jaw.
No matter. Nothing a little healing won't fix.
Words came flowing in a forced fashion. Yet still contained the power to make my opponents tremble. I lifted my wand, pointing it toward the stars.
"The shape of stars. The shape of space. The shape of god. The shape of self."
The first verse of the spell. The catalyst, if you will.
"Celestial bodies are hollow. Hollowness is empty space. God resides within empty space."
The second line. I'll admit-I almost forgot these two arias. It's been so long since I gave my all in casting this spell. The flying wyrms roared, deadly light burning in their throats. I paused my chanting, forming a lackluster shield to block their fire.
"Stars, Cosmos, Gods, Animus, Antrum, Unverse, Anima, Animusphere."
The third and final verse. The one I'm most familiar with: the words that tie it all together.
"Anima Animusphere!"
My wand glowed. So bright it looked like a tiny sun. I didn't bother looking, but I knew magic circles formed and shattered in the sky. With a bit more Od, the connection was complete.
Animusphere magecraft uses the ambient energy in the air to enact mysteries. With my bottomless Mana Pool, I can get around this issue. Though it's still more efficient to leach from the planet.
With that, I lowered my arm, collapsing forward. Despite my mind, I am in the body of a child. Sylphie rushed to catch and support me before my head touched the ground. I'm so thankful for her help in times like this.
"What happened?! Are you okay?!" Sylphie panicky asked.
"Don't worry. It's just Mana exhaustion," I smiled. "We're safe now."
I struggled to stand, let alone point at the sky. I still tried, though.
"Look up at the skies, oh great wyrms. That shall be your felling."
Stones-old and foreign to the planet-fell from the great beyond. Hundreds-if not thousands-of lights burned in the sky, falling closer and closer.
The Red Wyrms sensed the impending danger and tried to flee.
They lost their chance.
Shooting stars fell from the dark sky that is space. The smaller ones arrived first, burning with deadly yet beautiful light while putting countless holes in the dragons' wings. They tumbled to the ground with pained howls.
Blood rained from above.
Then came the more extensive meteors. Heat radiated from the flaming rocks, each larger than a house. Yet one was as large as a small hill. Most missed the three remaining wyrms. Regardless, the ones that hit killed on impact.
Their dying screams were akin to nails on chalkboards.
I closed my eyes, giving a silent prayer. I hate killing. The stench of blood is something I can't stand.
The metal chains and spears began reverting back to dirt and stone. I gathered them in an area far from the village. They clumped together, eventually becoming a barren mountain.
The hundreds of space rocks and impact craters were littered everywhere. I sighed-that won't do at all. My Mana won't be enough to clear all this away. My arms burned with phantom pains. I knew what this entailed.
I opened my Mana pathways to the world, letting the ambient Mana flow. My arms burned, glowing a dull orange.
I still don't understand why it hurts. It's the same energy, so why does it hurt to use ambient Mana?
With a wave of my hand, the impact holes filled themselves, leaving chunks of black metallic stone sticking up from the earth.
A vein popped, and in turn, I hissed with pain. I wanted to do more, but I guess this is my limit. My pathways shut off.
There's still dust in the air-I'll need to clear that away.
"Sylphie, can you make some wind?" I gave her my wand with my one good arm.
"Okay!"
She waved my wand, and breezes began blowing. I added my own Mana, strengthening the wind and changing its direction. It grew and grew until a tornado bellowed in the distance. It funneled the dust and sand together, and I used earth magic to clump it together.
When the wind settled, I dropped my barrier, taking a deep breath. That was the most terrifying thing I'd ever done.
I turned, hugging Sylphie as tight as I could.
"Thank goodness you're safe." I felt tears drip from my eyes. When was the last time I cried? "I'm so sorry for bringing you here. How would I face your parents if you got hurt? I'm a terrible friend, aren't I?"
I'm stupid. Who in their right mind would bring a little girl to a dangerous place like this?
"Don't say that."
"Huh?"
"You saved me from those mean kids. I could never hate you, Rudy." She tilted her down with a shy look. "I'll always be by your side, okay?"
My heart skipped a beat. How did I get so lucky with this girl? Though it was a relief-to know she won't abandon me.
"Thank you. So much." This girl is too good for me.
"G-g-gods!"
I looked up, wiping the tears from my eyes. The village chief stared at us with admiration and fear. Damn you. Why did you have to ruin such a precious moment?!
Wait.
WHAT DID HE SAY?!
"We are in your debt! Oh, gods from heaven! Please, give us the honor of knowing your divine names!"
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GUY SAYING?!
Has he lost his mind? We are far from being divine. But I guess if I saw a six-year-old kill seven dragons, I would call him a god.
The chief got on his knees, bowing until his head touched the ground. The other villagers followed him, all getting on their knees and praying.
"We're not..."
We're not gods, I wanted to say. But perhaps they should believe in a white lie. They lived their lives thinking they'd been forsaken, but this might bring hope to this village.
I stumbled, attempting to stand as straight as possible.
"Anima." I decided. "We are Anima and Sylph. The god of stars and the goddess of wind."
I turned, grabbed Sylphie's hand, and began to leave.
"We thank you! Gods of stars and wind! We shall forever remember your greatness! What do we owe for your help?"
I turned, surprised. Payment? I know!
I gave my warmest smile.
"Spread our names across the land. That shall be the price of our intervention." I smiled, "Gods can't exist without worship."
Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to get famous. I turned, grabbing Sylphie and prepping my teleportation spell.
"Goodbye, mortals. Until we meet again."
Gasp rang out as butterflies surrounded us, and we vanished in a cloud of white and gold.
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We materialized far from the village.
Letting go of Sylphie's hand, I plopped down in the snow, breathing heavily as my arm bled.
Sylphie took notice and panicked. "Y-you have to close that! You'll die if you don't!"
I grimaced. "I can't. My Mana pathways are fried, and using them will cause more damage." I sighed, "They'll heal when my Mana replenishes, but until then, I can't use magic."
"I-um-let me!"
Sylphie pointed my wand at me. She closed her eyes, concentrating.
A soft green glow surrounded me, and blood began clotting. Skin stitched itself anew, and energy began filling my body. This was Advanced-Rank healing. All this happened without saying a thing.
I let myself be blanketed in snow for a few minutes, allowing the energy to flood my limbs. When they weren't numb anymore, I sat up.
I used Structural Grasp on my body. My Mana pathways were still fried, but everything else healed. A joyous laugh made its way out my mouth.
"To use Advanced-Rank healing wordlessly. The student has surpassed the master."
I tried standing, but my legs gave out halfway through. Sylphie caught me just in time, though. With one hand slung around her shoulder, I ruffled her hair.
"I couldn't be more proud. I guess a scare was all it took, huh?"
Sylphie smiled through her tears, though hints of worry still remained.
"It's cause you're a good teacher, Rudy. Though you should sit down."
I giggled. "I suppose I should, shouldn't I? I wouldn't want my old back giving out."
"You're not old, Rudy."
We laughed.
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Thirty minutes later, I finally had the strength to fly.
I looked at the sun and sighed. It's time to go home. I guess I'll rest later.
"It's time to go home." I stood up with a grunt, grabbing my bag that rested beside me, "Come on."
Sylphie nodded, climbing onto my back. I'm so glad my circuits are still functional. I took off quickly-to get home before my parents got suspicious.
"Why were they calling us gods, Rudy?"
I chuckled. "Us humans are just like that. If we see someone do something extraordinary, our first instinct is to put them on a pedestal." I turned my head to look at her. "That's why it's important not to show off. If our pedestal gets too high, we won't be able to handle the stress it comes with. Do you understand why I use disguises now?"
"Yes!" Sylphie chirped, "I promise not to show off."
I chuckled. "Of course, you won't. You're my sweet little butterfly."
Sylphie hid her face in my backpack with a peep. I laughed.
Half an hour passed in silence.
"Um...Rudy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you make my hair like this all the time?"
"Do you mean making your hair longer or...?"
"I mean making it white." She twirled a strand on her finger, "I like this color better."
I mean...why not. White is much less hated than green in this world.
"Sure. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you!"
Her smile was just dazzling.
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I dropped Sylphie off in front of her home.
"Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Bye!" She waved as I walked away.
I knocked on my front door. My father answered. "Hey, Rudy. Had fun today?"
"Yep! We killed dragons."
My father gave a hearty laugh. "Sure. And I'm guessing you saved your little girlfriend, didn't you?"
I gave him a slight punch. "I guess you could say that."
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"What do you want to do today?" I asked Sylphie.
We were cuddled up in my makeshift Kotatsu, her head resting on my shoulder.
"I want to hear your story!"
"Hm?"
"You know, the story you were about to tell me in that village."
"Oh! That one. I don't see why not." I didn't feel like teaching today, anyway. "Listen closely, as this is a tale from a distant land."
I put Sylphie's head in my lap. This story will take a long time to finish. She'll probably fall asleep before long.
I closed my eyes, remembering.
"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young..."
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Rawls
My daughter, Sylphiette, had been a poor child since her birth.
Her hair was green. Neither my wife nor I have it. I don't know why god cursed us with such bad luck, but there's no use crying.
When my wife first saw her, she immediately assured me she'd been faithful. I knew she cared about and loved me with all her heart, so I didn't doubt her one second.
That said, I felt like a lead ball had been dropped in my stomach. Sylphie's hair color was because of my blood. I'm sure of it.
I'm half-elf, and my mother never discussed her ancestry. It was my heritage that caused this. When I thanked my wife for delivering our child, she cried.
It was ironic, really. Two children who didn't know their origin had met, fallen in love, and had a child together. It broke our hearts knowing that our sweet little girl wouldn't know her grandparents. We swore to the gods that we would raise this child as best we could. Together.
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We consulted with the village elder as soon as we could. Our daughter wasn't evil by any means. I promised to do anything I could for the village, hoping they would accept us. The elder nodded and assured me everything would be well.
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Before Paul-the resident knight-arrived, I was the only one protecting the village from monsters. This helped me establish a good relationship with the other villagers. They were all extremely excepting and kind, leading me to believe we could lead regular lives.
In those early days, I was optimistic.
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It's sad how adult rules don't apply to children. They can be so cruel sometimes.
The Saint-Ranked magic-Roxy Migurdia-had just visited our village. For helping with chores and watering crops, she was quickly welcomed within our community. Unfortunately, because of that, the other children started targeting Sylphie. They had recently learned her blue hair marked her as a demon. In childhood stories or fairy tales, demons were always the villains.
At first, the children targeted Roxy, but she drove them off without a struggle. However, they turned their attention to my green-haired daughter when Roxy left. Unable to fight back, she was the target of flying mud or the occasional child waving sticks.
It made my blood boil to see her suffer. Yet I couldn't punish the wayward children myself. When I asked them why they tormented Sylphiette so much, it shocked me to know they were doing it for fun. When I asked them to stop, they ignored my pleas.
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Trying to be civil, we tried several other methods.
My wife cut our daughter's hair short and made her pants so she could run away. I went to the doors of the children's parents, hoping they could talk some sense into their offspring. For her fifth birthday, I traveled to Roa and, with the money I had, bought her a jacket with a hood to cover her hair.
My heart shattered when it turned out futile.
The adults knew she was being bullied and tried to help, but most discrimination happened outside their view.
As my five-year-old daughter became more and more afraid of going out, as her smile and energy faded, we wondered if it was better to move. Yet it would be the same where ever we went. At least the people of this village sympathized with us. It's better than nothing.
When the children get older, they might learn right from wrong. Yet my wife and I worried the wait might be too long for our sweet child to bear.
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One day, Sylphiette's cheerfulness mysteriously returned. She had met Rudeus.
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Rudeus was a strange child. That was the first impression I got.
He carried himself with confidence, only seen in the highest-ranking nobles. And how his aura changed from a naive boy to a confident and polite aristocrat was quite scary.
When we first met, he had a hood over his eyes. When I inquired Paul about it, he said he had two Demon Eyes before swearing me to secrecy.
That was a surprise. No one had been born with two Demon Eyes before, especially if they were as powerful as Rudeus's. From what Paul told me, his left eye froze anything it looked at, and his right could summon shooting stars. He managed to control them in under a week as well. Combine that with being a Saint-Rank mage at age five, and you've got yourself a never before seen prodigy.
He saved Sylphiette and protected her. In turn, she was completely comfortable with him. These days, all she talks about is her new friend. I was relieved to see her smile after so long.
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Helpful. That was my second impression of Rudeus.
Soon after he met my daughter, he began helping the other villagers like Roxy used to. He taught Sylphie magic while doing so, too.
He would summon a gentle drizzle in times of drought while explaining how rain clouds formed to Sylphiette.
He aided the women and children in drawing water from rivers and streams, introducing Sylphiette to how rivers carved grand canyons and magnificent landscapes.
He would use calm breezes to help the local farmers collect their harvest, illustrating the formation of wind while doing so.
He cleared massive storms when they formed, teaching my daughter the weather conditions for a tornado or hurricane to form.
He nursed the infants and elderly when ill, explaining the human body, foreign medicines no one knew existed, and how healing magic functioned on a microscopic scale.
The lectures he gave were well thought out and easy to understand. Though we never heard of half the things he said, they made so much sense. He was such a good teacher that it was scary. People even started saying he rivaled the instructors at the Ranoa University of Magic.
Even though most were things we adults overheard, we learned more from a child in a year than alone in a decade.
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After a few months, my opinion of Rudeus changed.
Paul had suggested taking his son on one of our monster hunts. I, of course, was against this. But the two idiots managed to convince me, somehow. Like father like son, I suppose.
We headed to the forest, near the place Eto had told us. As soon as we entered the woods, I was sure Rudeus wasn't your average boy. He avoided tripping with ease, jumping amidst the thick foliage. It definitely wasn't the first time he'd been in this forest.
When he first saw the monsters, I heard Rudeus mutter under his breath. "Phantasmal beasts." I often wondered what that meant.
Anyway, Paul and I did quick work on the Assault Dogs. Rudeus stood behind Paul, his eyes carefully scanning the battle.
We didn't see the Terminate Boar until it was too late. It had sneaked up behind Rudeus, positioning its claws to rip his back out. I shot an arrow as soon as possible, and Paul rushed to protect his son. But we were just too far away.
I winced, dread slowly filling my stomach. Yet the only sound I heard was the ringing of steel.
'Had Paul made it in time?' I wondered at that time.
But no, Paul was still a few meters away. I saw the beast, skewered by swords covered in gold fire.
Rudeus muttered a chant under his breath before shouting a spell's name.
"Pyriphlegethon!"
I recognized that name, "Pyriphlegethon," from an old tale of the long-eared race. It told of a river. If you were to drink from it, all your wounds would be healed in exchange for feeling unimaginable pain.
What happened next was both frightening and beautiful. Blue fire erupted from Rudeus's hands, flowing like water until it covered the beast. It should have been impossible-fire could not pour like water and definitely wasn't blue. Yet the flames continued to run along the monster's leathery skin, and even from far away, I could feel the heat produced by those unnatural blue flames.
Nothing remained of the beast when the fires died out, not even a single speck of ash.
I gained respect for Rudeus after that day. Someone so young with so much power, yet refusing to show off or bully the weak. Paul must have unparalleled parenting skills to raise such a remarkable boy.
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A year after my daughter met Paul's son, she became less shy.
She was still timid-that was just her nature. But she started letting her hair grow longer. She also asked my wife to replace her pants and shorts with dresses and skirts. It seems she began fancy Rudeus romantically and was trying to look more feminine.
With Rudeus constantly protecting her, I guess running away wasn't necessary. When she first wore a dress to meet Rudeus, she returned looking extremely pleased. Ever since then, her wardrobe only contained typical girls' clothing.
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Months after she started wearing girlish clothes, my daughter returned home one day wearing a dress that rivaled nobles' clothes.
It was white with gold trims and patterns, made of fabric so smooth I thought there was oil on Sylphiette's clothes. Though it was less of a dress and more of a mage's robe.
When I asked who gave her this dress, she answered, "Rudy!" with a bright smile.
I paled. I could tell this dress cost a fortune just by looking. I thought it may be one of Zenith's-Paul's wife-and Rudeus just took it and gave it to Sylphiette without thinking.
We marched to Paul's house bright and early next morning to return it, but Paul and Zenith denied having a dress as fancy as my daughter's. Rudeus cleared things up when he showed up. He said he found a torn-up dress and decided to fix it, giving my Sylphiette the finished product.
Why didn't we question how a six-year-old could sew so well? I don't know. His parents didn't seem to, either. And that's how my sweet little girl ended up with a dress that would cost an arm and a leg to buy.
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My little girl nearly gave my wife and me a heart attack when she returned home a few weeks later. She had white hair, along with a red and white butterfly hairclip.
Once again, the gift was from Rudeus. He made a Magical Item-of all things-that changed one's hair color to whatever they wanted. He was a genius in every sense of the word.
Not even the best mages could make Magical Items. They were ordinary objects left in places of dense Mana, and that Mana density gave the once-regular items special effects.
There was no way for a mage to replicate the environment for an Item to form, not to mention the powers were random.
But hey, we're talking about a kid who could shoot liquid blue fire-anything is possible.
Sylphiette came back with quite a story, too. She said Rudeus took her on a trip to a remote village far north where the inhabitants were only mages. She then babbled about how Rudeus saved her by killing "seven red flying snakes breathing fire." She was obviously talking about Red Wyrms. The village my daughter spoke of was oddly specific. A quick check on a map showed there was a settlement in the exact location Sylphiette said.
But, I quickly wrote that story off as just children playing. How could two children travel hundreds of kilometers in hours?
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*Knock knock*
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The knocking on the door snapped me out of my musings.
When I opened the door, Rudeus stared at me with bi-colored eyes. His cloak was pristine-as always, so white it blended in with the surrounding snow.
"Here to pick up Sylphie, I presume?"
"Yep! I worked extra hard to finish sword training early!"
I chuckled. How lucky his parents must be to have a child this hard-working.
"You can come in if you want. I'll get my daughter."
"Thank you, Mr. Rawls!"
"Just call me Rawls."
Did I mention how polite this kid was?
My daughter came clambering, rushing to fix the cloak-ish dress Rudeus made for her. She had a few pieces of paper in her hand-presumably notes Rudeus gave her.
When he saw Sylphiette's flustered state, he laughed.
"Here, you missed a button."
He fixed her clothes in a matter of seconds, tucking the parchment my daughter held into his pocket after scanning it lightly.
"Good, you're well on your way. There are a few issues, but those can be straightened out real quick."
Sylphiette had stars in her eyes at the praise. I often wondered what these two did when they ran off together-Paul once joked they might be "rolling around in some hay," if you get the meaning.
I didn't mind adding Rudeus to our family-quite the opposite. I'm hoping they get hitched in the future. But I'm worried my sweet daughter might get too dependent on her best friend.
"We're leaving now! Bye, Mr. Rawls!"
"I'll be home later, daddy!"
"Have fun, and be careful!"
"We know!"
I sent them off.
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Even though only a year or so passed, Rudeus has made quite an impact on this village. We owe a lot to that brown-haired boy.
He saved my daughter, and I owe him so much for that. I smiled, looking as Sylphiette held hands with her friend.
'It'll be alright.'
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Let's take a look at what happened after Rudeus left that village.
It's odd how events could have such drastic effects on a town.
After the so-called "gods" left, the villagers' hearts were again filled with belief. So long had they thought they were abandoned, yet two deities had protected their village. This reignited the spark of hope within them.
They spread their gods' names where ever they went, though most people didn't believe them. Yet a select few began worshiping them as gods as well.
They hired the best artists to make statues of the saviors of their homes. But they painted the details themselves.
A young elven girl with white hair, blades of wind erupting from the small wand she held. A dress so delicately carved it looked like it flowed in the wind.
A young boy with eyes that glowed different colors, hand raised toward the skies, as if he was summoning the wrath of heaven itself. A beautifully painted cloak stretched magnificently, magic circles covering every inch. The villagers who saw it said they could never forget such a majestic sight.
They got weird looks from the artists when they gave them their statue designs, but they didn't care.
They replaced the pattern on the wool banners with the magic circles the god of stars formed in the sky.
When they figured out the black stones he summoned from heaven could be refined into metal, they chipped them away, using the metal purified from them to forge their weapons and staves.
The blades forged from the heavenly metals had magical properties. Earthly metals flocked to them like moths to a flame. Other weapons made of the same space rocks were also attracted, yet some were repelled like oil with water.
These blades were made of magnets, but the villagers didn't know that. They just assumed the god of stars blessed their weapons with heavenly strength.
They gave some of these stones to an unknown smith, who-in return-forged them into two twin blades.
One was white with a silver pattern that resembled wind, the other black and littered with magic circles made of deep amethyst spots and golden lines that shone in the sun.
They represented the divine authorities the gods used to protect such weak mortals.
The smith gave the villagers the honor of naming the weapons.
Corwynt and Gwysiwr.
Those were the swords' names.
If you were to show them to a certain Archer from Rudeus's original world, he would most definitely get confused at the similarities between these blades and his favored weapons.
They became known as godly weapons forged by mortal hands.
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Anima, god of stars, and Sylph, goddess of the wind.
Let thin names be forever etched in the archives of history!
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Noble Phantasms:
Corwynt: Wrath of the Great Winds.
Rank B.
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Dragon.
Range: 1~7.
Maximum number of targets: 70
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Gwysiwr: Felling of the Dark Sky.
Rank B.
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Dragon.
Range: 1~7.
Maximum number of targets: 70
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Twin heavenly swords forged by unknown mortal hands.
In their original forms, they're nothing more than mundane weapons made of magnets, which gives them a passive attraction to certain kinds of metal. Yet, in the future, they will be reforged and blessed by -̵̢̳̲̟̖̝͎͚̌̔̽̈́̋̉̈͑̔̕-̵̛͇͎͔͎̬͍͖̜̤̥̘̺̮̬̹̻͔͎̝͇̆͋̈͐̋͊͂̃͛̅̍̓̐̚͝͠͠͠ͅ-̵̼̘̌̄-̶̘̓̌́͆̑͋͐̍̉͑̏̃͂̅̕͘͠͠-̴̧̡͔̺̫̮̗̦͈͚̓̃́́̿̂̀̽̍̉͋͒͘͘͝͝-̵̛̲̪̼͖̩̰̼̠̳̩̯̗̮̈̃̄͋̃͛͑̑̈́̾̓͐̂͗̔̃͋͒̌͘͘͜͝͝'s authority, ascending them to the rank of Divine Constructs.
In this form, Corwynt can summon massive storms and blades of wind that do not harm the wielder, and Gwysiwr can re-enact the great ritual Anima used to take down seven wyrms in one blow. Ancient letters from a now forever slumbering species are etched in their blades, cementing their rank as Divine Constructs.
They have a strong attraction towards each other, similar to the swords Kanshou and Bakuya. They also can attract other weapons, making the opponent's blade unbalanced and difficult to use. Of course-because of the actions of the people they represent-these two blades are strong against dragons and people who have the "Aspect of the Dragon." The Red Dragon, specifically, is extremely weak against these swords. Because of their divine nature, they are also potent against demons and monsters. Phantasmal species are also affected by the aura of the two blades, albeit weakly.
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So, what do you all think? Not bad, I hope. Writing fanfics is a good way of getting my mind off the fact that I have Covid. So I'll apologize if there are any mistakes.
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As always, good luck with your game of life.