Memories I
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11.Memories I
It was a mistake.
And he never bothered about the consequences of it.
His whole platoon dead. His fellow knights burned to ashes and soot. His sword broken in two pieces.
He never liked using the elegant, long silver blades they've been given - they simply weren't the necessary conduit for his sheer raw strength, something that clearly distinguished him from his comrades.
But with strength, comes temper. And with temper, comes impatience.
The orders, given by his squad leader, were to form up a blockade to hold off one of the dragons until the golden lion knight comes to their aid.
He never liked him, never liked the hidden smugness he radiated with when he was chosen by the Lord's firstborn to become his protege. Flaunting with lightning spears like a damn sorcerer instead of rushing head-on like a true warrior would.
Funny enough - he lived, or at least tried to live by the warriors code...and on it's road, he forgot his first and foremost duty.
He was a soldier. And soldiers follow orders and protect their own in the heat of battle.
But his temper worked against him, as he decided to move towards the dragon to puncture it's scales, weakened by the barrage of lightning spears that suffered not too long ago.
The dragon swatted him off, and the knights, now distracted by the foolishness of one of their own, perished in a blaze.
He knew some of the knights, but he never did befriend them. He knew their opinions of him, and knew that some of them even expressed jealousy of the strength that was gifted to him at the start of his life.
'Some strength I have...' he thought as he tried to get up and at least - die on his two feet.
He soon found himself in the grip of the dragons talons, squeezing him as hard as it could.
"Why do you defy us?"
The dragon's question shook the knight to his core.
He knew that their adversaries were capable of understanding each other by using the common tongue. But they never bothered to do so...until now.
Had it been any other soldier in his position, they would definitely respond that they are simply following orders.
"Because, beast...it's the only thing we CAN do!"
He knew that the dragons cannot breathe fire consecutively in a short time period...
So he pushed.
A shockwave forced the talons away, breaking the iron grip of the dragon. The creature was caught off guard...and it never saw the golden cross-spear until it was embed in it's head.
The ancient dragon fell as lightning cackled from the spear and it's wielder. His armor shone amidst the gray battlefield, and the red plume on the top of his helmet gracefully whirled with the wind that was caused by the dragon's crash.
The injured silver knight got up on his own, even though his savior was directly looking at him.
"You conjured a miracle."
There was no hint of surprise nor envy in his voice - the way he spoke about it was as if he stated a simple fact.
"What is that to you, huh?"
The golden knight didn't respond to the remark. He turned around to see the remnants of the knight platoon.
Few moments have passed before he spoke up:
"Report to the Lord at once and await further orders."
He left, leaving the silver knight alone.
"Tch...like I need you... to know what to do." He muttered to himself, as there was no one left alive to hear him...
Grandpa Gael is right...it seems that the very power of the miracles comes from the belief in it's tale, and not the story itself...
The easy part of him understanding the Force miracle is the uncanny resemblance this knight, the original creator of the it, had to Bakugo.
Izuku chuckled a bit at that. He remembered very well the 'fairy tales' he was told by his parents when he was little - now he found out that all of them were sugarcoated, watered down versions of the real thing.
Before he finished his training by going to the beach and finishing what's left of the garbage dump, Izuku approached Gael and asked:
"Grandpa Gael...whatever happened to the knight?"
"Hm...there are many thing surrounding the fate of the knight. But beneath all the assumptions - there always lies one guaranteed truth."
Gael sat down on the nearest porch, and continued:
"After they've won, the knight went to the Lord's blacksmith and asked to forge him a weapon suited for his strength. His fellow knights mocked him as his choice weapon was meant to be used by executioners, but he paid no mind to that.
Afterwards, the knight left the city of the gods to find his purpose."
"Wasn't it mentioned somewhere that he and the Stone Knight were kinda like, uh, best friends?"
"You are correct, grandson. They met as bitter rivals at first, and formed a friendship that was even stronger than siblingship through their own similarities and differences.
But, unfortunately, it didn't last long, as you know - the Stone Knight was exiled for treason, and was slowly losing his mind on top of that. So he asked his friend to lock him up in a tower while making an oath to guard his home far, far away."
In a way, Izuku admired the creator of the Force a bit - he wasn't afraid to take his own path and befriended someone who he probably hated...and provided him help when all others abandoned him.
I wonder what Kacchan is doing now?
Green Cell Card Key
Key to a maximum security cell, made to host some of the most powerful individuals to ever exist.
Yet one such individual asked a dear friend to put him in there, in fear that his powers may force him to harm others close to him.
It was a mistake.
And he never bothered about the consequences of it.
His whole platoon dead. His fellow knights burned to ashes and soot. His sword broken in two pieces.
He never liked using the elegant, long silver blades they've been given - they simply weren't the necessary conduit for his sheer raw strength, something that clearly distinguished him from his comrades.
But with strength, comes temper. And with temper, comes impatience.
The orders, given by his squad leader, were to form up a blockade to hold off one of the dragons until the golden lion knight comes to their aid.
He never liked him, never liked the hidden smugness he radiated with when he was chosen by the Lord's firstborn to become his protege. Flaunting with lightning spears like a damn sorcerer instead of rushing head-on like a true warrior would.
Funny enough - he lived, or at least tried to live by the warriors code...and on it's road, he forgot his first and foremost duty.
He was a soldier. And soldiers follow orders and protect their own in the heat of battle.
But his temper worked against him, as he decided to move towards the dragon to puncture it's scales, weakened by the barrage of lightning spears that suffered not too long ago.
The dragon swatted him off, and the knights, now distracted by the foolishness of one of their own, perished in a blaze.
He knew some of the knights, but he never did befriend them. He knew their opinions of him, and knew that some of them even expressed jealousy of the strength that was gifted to him at the start of his life.
'Some strength I have...' he thought as he tried to get up and at least - die on his two feet.
He soon found himself in the grip of the dragons talons, squeezing him as hard as it could.
"Why do you defy us?"
The dragon's question shook the knight to his core.
He knew that their adversaries were capable of understanding each other by using the common tongue. But they never bothered to do so...until now.
Had it been any other soldier in his position, they would definitely respond that they are simply following orders.
"Because, beast...it's the only thing we CAN do!"
He knew that the dragons cannot breathe fire consecutively in a short time period...
So he pushed.
A shockwave forced the talons away, breaking the iron grip of the dragon. The creature was caught off guard...and it never saw the golden cross-spear until it was embed in it's head.
The ancient dragon fell as lightning cackled from the spear and it's wielder. His armor shone amidst the gray battlefield, and the red plume on the top of his helmet gracefully whirled with the wind that was caused by the dragon's crash.
The injured silver knight got up on his own, even though his savior was directly looking at him.
"You conjured a miracle."
There was no hint of surprise nor envy in his voice - the way he spoke about it was as if he stated a simple fact.
"What is that to you, huh?"
The golden knight didn't respond to the remark. He turned around to see the remnants of the knight platoon.
Few moments have passed before he spoke up:
"Report to the Lord at once and await further orders."
He left, leaving the silver knight alone.
"Tch...like I need you... to know what to do." He muttered to himself, as there was no one left alive to hear him...
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Izuku managed to perform the miracle several times until both his body and soul became exhausted.
Grandpa Gael is right...it seems that the very power of the miracles comes from the belief in it's tale, and not the story itself...
The easy part of him understanding the Force miracle is the uncanny resemblance this knight, the original creator of the it, had to Bakugo.
Izuku chuckled a bit at that. He remembered very well the 'fairy tales' he was told by his parents when he was little - now he found out that all of them were sugarcoated, watered down versions of the real thing.
Before he finished his training by going to the beach and finishing what's left of the garbage dump, Izuku approached Gael and asked:
"Grandpa Gael...whatever happened to the knight?"
"Hm...there are many thing surrounding the fate of the knight. But beneath all the assumptions - there always lies one guaranteed truth."
Gael sat down on the nearest porch, and continued:
"After they've won, the knight went to the Lord's blacksmith and asked to forge him a weapon suited for his strength. His fellow knights mocked him as his choice weapon was meant to be used by executioners, but he paid no mind to that.
Afterwards, the knight left the city of the gods to find his purpose."
"Wasn't it mentioned somewhere that he and the Stone Knight were kinda like, uh, best friends?"
"You are correct, grandson. They met as bitter rivals at first, and formed a friendship that was even stronger than siblingship through their own similarities and differences.
But, unfortunately, it didn't last long, as you know - the Stone Knight was exiled for treason, and was slowly losing his mind on top of that. So he asked his friend to lock him up in a tower while making an oath to guard his home far, far away."
In a way, Izuku admired the creator of the Force a bit - he wasn't afraid to take his own path and befriended someone who he probably hated...and provided him help when all others abandoned him.
I wonder what Kacchan is doing now?
Green Cell Card Key
Key to a maximum security cell, made to host some of the most powerful individuals to ever exist.
Yet one such individual asked a dear friend to put him in there, in fear that his powers may force him to harm others close to him.