Now, this has been bothering me for a while now, what could cause such a disruption to the harmonic flow of Darkrise?
A bunch of theories have been postulated by the conclave. One of the most prominent reasons for harmony to take a blow is if Starlight was upset over something.
Now I can understand where they are coming from, a Kirin is a force of nature, of course upsetting him would disrupt normalcy of the harmonic flow.
And considering that earlier today, his older sister Wound have brought a pet or something along with her, might he be allergic over it? I really need to ask Sparky when I see him.
But I digress. Today’s distortion could not have been caused by such mundane event, only one thing could cause such discomfort to harmony in these lands, the Nergalites.
“Weiss, there are no nergalites in Darkrise,” My friend Slice so obscenely stated managed to interrupt my natural flow of thoughts.
“Dearest Slice, I never forced you to follow me into my misadventures, now I get the feeling you never wish to leave my side,”
“And I have good reason, you just stated them as misadventures.”
…I need to choose my words cautiously from now on.
“Besides, the last time you went on your wild goose chase, you got the king involved in taming and Ursa Major,” He swiftly caught my shoulders and shook me as if that will allow me to hear better, “AN Ursa Major for pete’s sake, King Starlight is not as free as to take care of every disaster you cause.”
“You and your Vesuvian primness,” Honestly where do the fire nation get these formalities from? “Last time you addressed Starlight as a king, he promised to punch you to the next mountain peak.”
“And he promised to bury you inside one if you caused him further headache,” well that one of his most idle threats, I was assured “Beside, Lord Nergal is in Necropolis, how in the name of the entire dragonian empire would you think that nergalites could come all the way to Darkrise?”
“Oh, my silly boorish, fire nation friend. Nergalites are everywhere. You just need the right amount of imagination to see them.”
I hear him hitting his face with an ‘oh, brother,’ comment. Shows what he know, I dread what he would think when he comes face to face with the litter buggers, I’ll be sure to get the last laugh… after saving him of course.
Speaking of the bugger, “Halt,” I raise my paw, then hide my presence in the corner, whomever or, in my case, whatever is causing the disturbance in Harmony is just around the corner.
Slice takes a peak and whispers sarcastically, “There is nothing there.”
I humphed at his lack of insight, “Of course there isn’t, you’re expecting to see them without believing in them?” he humphed back at me in response.
I take a deep breath, “Abyad,” I summon my trusty fairy, and the tiny glowing horse appears from the ether. “My scythe,” I commanded before the changeling objects.
Abyad let out a loud exasperation, “He’s at it again, isn’t he?” he retorted at Slice who simply nodded, “Well, I’m not helping you if Starlight decided to bury you under a mountain.”
“Pish posh, Starlight would never do such a thing,” I said, “Now be ready for what to come,” With a swoop from my paw my fairy warps into my chosen weapon.
“You’re really going to do this, are you?” My friend asked. But I left his satire unanswered, for I was in the zone.
I inhaled deeply, heightening my senses to their maximum potential, whomever or, in my case, whatever is out there is truly being disruptive to the harmonic balance with brooding and loneliness and… well a bunch of negative emotions that I can’t really put my finger on them right now.
I exhale, location is the key, once I got it; it becomes only a matter of assault.
There, behind the corner, three skips away, It is sulking low on the ground, unmoving.
I jump.
First skip, I position my scythe for maximum range.
Second skip, I rotate my body for further force.
Third skip, I slice the air and the wall in front of me splits in two.
And I missed. Where is my enemy? The only thing here is a crying hatchling not ten years old.
I felt a hammer hitting my face, “Are you an idiot? You almost killed the hatchling!” He screamed at me, poor lad, he thinks that a hammer will cause damage. Although I have to admit, it kind of hurts… ouch.
I look back at the hatchling, tears welling in his eyes. If his parents find out about this I might really get entombed under the mountain. But something is odd about this hatchling.
Could it be?
Yes, I think it is.
“Are you, by any chance, the cause of such disharmony?” I ask, and for some reason, he narrows his eyes at me with more fear than ever before.
Almost immediately, I felt the cold steel running near my neck, “Enough,” Slice said with such presence, I shudder to think of the implication, which became confirmed when I turned and looked into his eyes, now nothing but a white cloud that stare endlessly at its prey. Though still harmless to me, he is serious. I may not win against him when he is serious, not that I’m foolish enough to try.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” I put down the scythe, now returned to its fairy form.
He does the same. Eyes now back to normal.
And both of us turn our attention to the youngling shivering in fear.
“Hello,” I say with my brightest smile, he doesn’t respond.
“My name is Weiss of the Angau bloodline, child of Necropolis, though Darkrise is my home now. The gentle drake behind me is Slice of the Dur bloodline, child of Vesuvius, Darkriser by abode, and you are?”
“Spike?” he answers waveringly.
“Spike,” I repeat, then summon my butler, a cheeky guy by the name of Wilfred who carries a china set all day, “Would you care for some tea?”
Spike’s eyes roll behind his head then flops on the ground, unconscious.
I felt another hammer hit me on the back on the head, “You’re an idiot,” Slice deadpanned.
“What did I do wrong?” Honestly, nothing I do pleases the drake.
“You summoned a zombie,” He said forcibly while pointing at poor Wilfred whose jaw fell off again.