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"Dewwww it," Garamond says sternly as I try to turn invisible for the hundredth time today. "This was supposed to be like riding a horse. Like, muscle memory, I thought," they bemoan, rolling their eyes. "I cannot comprehend it myself. It was the core of my being for so long. Every time I close my eyes, I am that young rogue again with a Steelthorn wound tightly in my grasp, stalking from the shadows. I still feel those days deep beneath my skin," I reminisce quietly. "It's not like I'm -asking you to bend the laws of nature- as you know it, you know, impossibly cosmic stuff" they retort with a giggle. "This is normal Tuesday stuff." "You may be right. Nothing has been the same since I became adrift. I wandered for so long that entire lifetimes have been lived. I remember innumerable faces but almost all of them have fallen victim to the sands of time. Things that used to be second nature now seem impossible. Black once gave way to gray, now it would appear that gray has given way to white," I utter somberly. "I can't even stop my Shade Blade and Shade Cloak from decaying into dust much like I myself have." "Hmm, what advice would your former master have given you? Maybe this is a failing on my part as your teacher," they ask in genuine concern. "Dementia probably wouldn't utter a single word. I can recall the first lesson he gave me in the lair of Zangze, felling the beast with umbral blade. A silent transmission from master to aspirant," I recalled fondly. "What did he do whenever your grasp of the teachings were less than desirable?" they asked with a laugh. "He materialized from nowhere and thwacked me upside my head with his blade," I quipped, still remembering that sensation too well. "Don't get any..." I turned to say but there was no one. TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK~!~!~! It was about at that moment I recalled an anecdote about this frilly individual being a former Legionnaire. Seeing stars, I immediately fall to my knees. Pain wracks my brain and my vision comes and goes in cycles. Blood drips down my cheek and onto the ground. I slowly come to my senses, realizing where I am. For the first time since Yuri 40, I am in the Shadow realm. "Maybe I whapped him too hard. So much for me being a model pacifist. Enticing violence against my 'child,' I am the worst," they announce, dejectedly, twirling their staff in hand like a baton. "Where did he go? Did he just abandon me outright?!" Suddenly, there is a hand on their shoulder and a whisper in their ear. "Boo." The feminine scream could have roused the entire kingdom. ...Departed | |