I gritted my teeth and focused hard on what I wanted.
#PHANTASMIC MEANING FULL#
“If that shall be your path of kingship, then focus that feeling, imagine your rule, and take hold of that dream with your own two hands! Pull with the full might of your resolve!” “If I were king…then I would rule with justice, power, and glory! I would uphold justice for all no matter how insignificant or small, I would protect my people with my power, and I would bring glory to the downtrodden so that they can live with hope again!” I wanted to bring the life back into him, and show him how things could change and be better. Not personal glory to brag about, but to show my dad what I could do, what I would achieve with my powers. It was partially my own fault, I knew, but I didn’t know what to do. When was the last time he smiled? When was the last time I’d had a proper conversation with him? I thought about my dad and the way he seemed to lose all life after mom died. Make Brockton Bay a safe place again and get rid of all the gangs. There weren’t enough heroes on the streets to stop the crimes. People were out of work and turning to drugs, girls were being forced into sex slavery, and every day had a new headline about some gang fight or other. The city was a dump, if I was brutally honest. I thought about all the gangs and broken people in Brockton Bay.
#PHANTASMIC MEANING FREE#
For the trio to pay for their crimes, and for me and any other students being bullied to be free to properly pursue an education like my mom wanted for me. Not the students, not the teachers, not the principal. I was bullied by the trio with almost constant attacks and insults, stolen assignments, and even that one horrible “prank” that sent me to the hospital and triggered my powers. I thought about all the unfair treatment I’d gotten at school. I paused in my efforts to pull the sword to think about the question. “Tell me child, if you were a king, how would you rule? With honour and justice? With strength and power? With majesty and glory?” the woman asked. I couldn’t seem to think straight, barely questioning why I was doing it even as my hand found the handle of the ornate sword. Her voice held an aura of command I found hard to resist. “Hunh?” I let out stupidly before I could stop myself.
#PHANTASMIC MEANING PATCH#
She was gesturing to a sword that was stuck into a rectangular patch of elevated smooth stone conspicuously sticking out from the uniform grass around us. It was a woman, a breathtakingly beautiful blonde woman in shining steel armour, who held an air of nobility, a presence that made me feel small standing before her even though I was the taller one. What was I doing? How did I get here, to this meadow in clear daylight when it was supposed to be night outside? I blinked my eyes, looking around confused. So far away-like they belonged to another world altogether. All the bullying and hurt from Emma’s betrayal seemed so insignificant now. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so content in my life, at least not after mom died. I felt like my worries literally melted away. My tense muscles, palpitating heartbeat, and tight throat-all of it relaxed in an instant. Melodious and uplifting, it sent waves of tranquility and peace throughout my body. The image of fairies dancing around a pure lake and lush forest came to mind. It wasn’t any language I’d ever heard of, but somehow I understood it. I heard a chorus of song whispering in my ears. That my power wouldn’t let me forge an item that wouldn’t work for me. This wasn’t the sword, but didn’t the sheathe count as part of the set? If it didn’t work for me, then I’d have wasted three months for nothing.
In the legends, it was said that the sword chose the king. It would make or break my yet to begin hero career. It was more complicated, more exhausting, more demanding than any of the trinkets I’d made before-not that they were really trinkets-just that this artifact was so far beyond them they seemed like trinkets by comparison. This was so much more than anything else I’d tried to make. What if it didn’t work? What if it didn’t accept me as its owner?
My hand hovered over it hesitatingly, as if afraid of dirtying this priceless treasure.Īnd I was afraid, in all honesty. But this was no feather-this was the product of three months of painstaking work, a beautiful and noble craft of metallic gold, silver, and blue. The artifact floated downwards gently like a feather. The pale glow covering my latest creation kept the room illuminated in a soft azure haze. The magic circle and summoned forge that lit my room in orange-red began to fade away. You should truly value the sheath, not the sword." As long as you have the sheath on you, you will spill no blood and take no wounds. “The sword slashes the enemy, but the sheath protects you.
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