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// Naga’s first impression 
// Story: Jack of all trades 
// by Blacklight Brony 
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That was what happened on the first two days. I write this in the naga’s cave to recap what happened. It’s Wednesday right now and the past four days were absolute hell. We made it here on Saturday, but they told me that they would get me a short sword and it would take a day to make it so I didn’t have to go to training. fortunately, they let me design my sword.

I should probably recap the events that lead to this moment. It started three days ago...





I woke up like I did every morning at four. Apparently, the magic in the air wakes me up earlier than I would hope, but what am I going to do. 

Three days past and I found a way to make money. I would do odd jobs around the town for bits. I was usually payed twenty bits with each job. The six were surprised that I’m able to lift so much. I would normally help Fluttershy carry her feed for her animals.

I counted my bits and I had a grand total of three hundred. I already knew what I was going to get as it would occupy most of my time sense I was running out of sketch paper. I had thirty pages left out of my three hundred that made the book.

I went to the bathroom at the top floor because it was the only working one in the entire library. First,I brushed my teeth with the tooth brush and past provided by Twilight. I voiced my complaint at not feeling comfortable with her doing it, but the waved it off so I went with it. Next, I took off the gauze that covered my head wound. It was healing nicely plus, it wouldn’t leave a scar. I don’t know why I did that, but we think that I wasn’t thinking rationally at the time. Lastly, I put medical tape over the gauze to keep the bandage in place. Luckily, non of the ponies questioned me.

Finishing, I left the library at four thirty sharp, but I’m not the only one today. A look at the six mares around me. They all had the same expression of ‘I’m fuckin’ tired’ on their faces. I felt great as I can now go for hours with little rest.





“Good morning girls. What are you doing at this hour?” I asked oblivious to their death glares afterwards.

“We came to see what your PT is like. Also to see how your able to stay up so long with out taking a nap.” Rainbow answered sounding even more tired than she looks.

“Um... okay. First, we have to run a mile in less than six minutes and thirty seconds.” They eyes widen at the outlandish objective.

“Why so far in so little time?!” Rarity yelled, but in reality, she  didn’t have the energy to yell so it came out like normal.

“I had to do this in the PRT a few days ago. Better than the actual military where you have the same amount of time, but have to run a mile and a half. And that’s just to get in.” Their eyes widen even more at the implication. “To be honest, my ultimate goal is to run a mile in four minutes. My stamina will increase in order to fit the new margin. It will make it easier when running a mile and a half.” I didn’t see their reactions as I ran in a random direction that I knew was a straight mile. 





Yesterday, I convinced Rarity to make me a war belt, camo jacket with my name, ROTC rank, and velcro on the sides of my shoulders with the right side having the American flag on it, and lastly a hat with the American flag on it. She made two more camo outfits with each being different. She made a forest and urban camo. My bits were currently dangling from the war belt or combat belt. 

I had the forest camo on right now and it wasn’t heavy at all to my relief because I may have accidentally destroyed one of her dresses... if someone’s reading this, then you try to balance four rolls of fabric in each arm while trying to step over rolls of string that she left on the floor. It’s not easy when you have duck in every house. She said she forgave me because she did need to clean up, but I’m still worrying that she has something planned. 

Hopefully, I’ll have enough bits to pay her for two sets of gloves for each set of outfit. One normal and one fingerless. It’s been getting chilly in the morning and it can be absolute hell some days when the wends get involved. Plus, I nearly cut my hand open from that tree I found three days ago.

I look behind me to find the rest behind me nearly dying of exhaustion, but on the bright side, they were awake.

“How do you... do this... every morning?” I heard Pinkie ask from my right.

“I just started this a day after I got here.” I retorted as I began to get wended. “We’re almost done, just try and keep up.” The running continued until we reached town square. I said nothing as I did my normal routine for the morning, but this time, doing twenty five of everything. We began to relax as the sun came over the horizon. I think they liked the sun rise.





We sat there and just relaxed for the next hour as more ponies came out side and onto the street were we watching them go by. I had Twilight in my lap and I was absentmindedly petting her because I was use to my dog doing the same. 

To our disappointment, both mine and Twilight’s, I got up to get something. I turned to the girls that were just relaxing in the same spot I was.

“Sorry girls, but I have somewhere to be. See ya later.” I walked away while shaking my hand side to side to tell them goodbye as I walked to a music store. 

It was a relatively short walk, but a mint green unicorn would trot up to me with a look of determination before it turned into nervousness and running away. I didn’t mind because I knew she knew about humans for a long time. It was only natural that she would get nervous when coming up to something that people told you was fake your entire live.

Other than that, it was peaceful and so was the music store. I walked into the store, which was called melody music. It was run by two mares.  

One was a white mare with an electric blue mane with a lighter streak running through it. She had a vinyl cutie mark, finally figured out what those were, and she always wore sunglasses that would block people from seeing her eyes. She showed me one time and I was a beautiful violet. The mare’s name was vinyl scratch and she ran the dub step section and modern instrument section at the store, but that didn’t mean she only knew about turn tables only. She was vary knowledgeable about the classical instruments too.

Octavia, on the other hand, has no idea about vinyl’s section as she mainly ran the classical section. She was a dark gray mare with a black mane and tail. She had a treble cleft for a cutie mark which was pink. Her eyes were close to her friends eye color, but darker. It was a nice shade purple and she wore a pink bow tie to compliment them.

I have joked about them being a couple, but they were making that joke before I was here. Other than the mane six, as I call them, they are some of the only ponies I can talk to about anything. 

Sadly, today I wasn’t coming here as a friend, but as a customer. I went straight for Octavia’s section and two the string instruments. I found a nice violin that was, at the most, two hundred bits. I took a few lessons from Octavia about the instrument so I wouldn’t sound like a dying animal when I began to practice on my own.

She also taught me about the ambient magic in the air when it comes to music. Sounds of instruments will come out of nowhere and ponies will begin to sing. When I comes to orchestras, the ambient magic will implant the note into your mind so you won’t forget it. You also don’t have to look at the sheet music because when you play, you already know it. The reason I wrote ‘most of my time using it’ was because I was going to abuse the shit out of the ambient magic.

I walked to the counter with the violin in hand. I also had a soft case, extra strings, a learning book, a shoulder rest, and an extra bow. She saw this and began to ring everything up. It went to two hundred fifty, but she bumped it down to two hundred.

“Why did you bump it down?” I asked her in confusion about the situation. She wouldn’t normally do that unless it was for a good reason.

“Because your my friend... and also so we can preform a duet together.” She said putting the instrument in the case. She did the same with the extra bow not questioning it because when I actually first used a bow, I somehow managed to break it in half before it even touched the instrument. She handed me the case with everything in it and as I began to walk out, she said, “Also, your trombone will be fully repaired next week, Blacklight! Don’t fall out of the sky again!” I laughed at the joke she made. 

“No promises, Octavia. I’ll try and come back soon and hopefully with out a broken instrument.”





I walked down the street in relative silence. The only exception was the hoof steps made by other ponies. It was disturbed by a galloping Pinkie Pie heading straight for me. She collided with me and the scenery changed from the streets Ponyville to the train station.

The collision was so strong that I lost grip of my new instrument as it went flying in the air. It all happened in slow motion as I was genuinely saddened that I broke two instruments and one was from Octavia’s section after she gave me a discount just for being a friend. I really didn’t want to disappoint her because she and vinyl are the only two I can talk about music to.

The instrument inched closer two the ground before it was caught in a lavender aura. The mare that did so was Twilight Sparkle.

“Holy shit. Thank you Twilight.” I said will on the ground with a happy Pinkie on me. 

“No problem, but Pinkie, why would you do that?” Twilight asked will staring softly at Pinkie.

“My Pinkie sense told me that somepony would be learning something fun. So I followed it to him.” She pointed a hoof to me indicating that she was talking about me.

“Well, about your claim, Pinkie, I wouldn’t have been able to learn it if it broke the day I got it.” I said as I pulled myself out from under her.

“Oh. So what’s that?” She pointed to the case in question.

“It’s a violin. I really wanted to learn how to use one so I got one today. I can now play some of my favorite songs on violin.” I picked up the case and slung it over my shoulder. “So why are you two here.”

“Applejack has been writing to a family member in southern Equestria. They would write to one another and there has been no word from her. We’re going to check on them really quick.” Twilight explained.

“Plus, we brought you bag with your clothes and sketchbook.” Pinkie added.

“I’m almost out of paper in it so-“ I was cut off by Twilight as she put her two sense.

“I can send it to the princess. She can duplicate it with a spell and it will be as good as new. You still have your drawings and get a new book after you finish with that one. I was going to bring Spike anyways.” In a flash of light, spike was in front of us. He was sleeping in his little bed like always at ten am. With magic, Twilight pulled Spike out of his bed and teleported it back to the library.

I handed her the sketchbook with explicit instructions to be careful with it. I searched the bag and found a place to clip the instrument to. I did so and it held in place. While I did that, Twilight sent it to the princess telling her that I’m running out of paper. In a few seconds, Spike belched green smoke with two books and a parchment.

I took up one of the books. They looked identical to one another except for the one/two on them. I opened the one with the number one on it and found all my drawings. I opened the one with a two on it and found it blank. I nodded as I saw the rest arrive. 

We bought our tickets, which was two bits, and left to check on Applejack’s family. I felt my eyes get heavy as I became more tired. The train was bumping rapidly yes, but it was small yet comfortable. I closed my eyes as the land of dreams took me.





“Will this one do?” A low voice asked. I didn’t know who it was talking to, but I sat up quickly. I scanned the room before a female voice cut through the silence.

“Yes, this one will do. Magic is not for everyone.” She responded to the deep male voice. “I’ll interview him and be his guide. His memory had haunting experiences from what he calls video games. My trials will make it to were he will not fear killing. Or, I can teach him immediately wih the trials.” I did not like the way this was going. “Hopefully the naga won’t break him to much.”

“Hmm... the second one will be preferable. You will de his guide and his teacher. Don’t disappoint me Moon. You messed up with Luna, redeem your self with this one.” The low voice said before it went quite.

I looked everywhere for the voices, but found nothing but darkness. Fear began to settle in before light emerged from my right. 

A lone school desk with two chairs appeared out of nowhere. I walked over and sat behind the desk. A minute later and an alicorn, I figured it out two days ago, trotted forward and sat in the other chair in front of me. She looked like Luna but with cat like pupils.

“Who are you?” I asked with a slight bit of fear. The area was lit for the most part.

“Call me moon. Tell me who you are.” She demanded. She gave me hers so I’ll give her mine.

“Blacklight. I’m not to comfortable with ponies using my actual name yet.”

“Good, tell me, what is your favorite type of magic?” It was an odd question, but one to answer easily. 

“Dark and necromancy.” She looked shocked to say the least. “The concept of good and evil is flawed. People say dark magic is evil. That’s because bad people use it so it’s considered evil. But nothing’s truly evil because it’s based on point of view.” I explained. We at there in silence for a while before I began up.

“This will be fun.” That was the last thing I heard before I woke up.





I slowly roused from my sleep when I felt a hoof repeatedly poke me. I cracked an eye, but all I saw was orange.

“Can I help you?” I asked Applejack. She jumped back with a scared look. It quickly turned to anger.

“Now why did ya do that?” She retorted angrily. The talk was getting kind of heated so I needed to dilute the situation.

“All I did was ask a question. I could have done much better at scaring you.” She back off a little for her behavior and how she excoriated the situation. She said nothing, but left the train car. “How long do we have?” I looked over at Twilight for some answers. She had her face in a book like always. Kind of funny actually.

“A couple hours. Give or take a few seconds.” She responded. 

I have nothing to do for the next two hours except sit. I did everything I could think of, but it was futile in the long run. Luckily, everything lasted an hour. I sat by Twilight, who was as borde as me when she finished her book, with my expression blank. I looked over at her ready to ask my question.

“Wanna play chess?” I asked. We have played chess twice every day to beat each other. Each day was a tie.

“Yes.” She responded with a neutral tone. In a flash, a chessboard was in front of both of us.

We played chess until we came to a tie with both of us having only our kings left. I sighed in disappointment at the admittedly hilarious situation we kept finding our selves in.

“Pack it up. Maybe we’ll break the cycle at the destination.” I sighed. A question made its self present as I heard Moon talk about it. “Hey, Twilight, what’s a naga?” She paused and turned to me in horror.

“A n-naga is a snake with the head like yours with a little muzzle and arms. They are a violent species. W-w-why would you ask?”

“I heard it in a dream. Somepony, called Moon, seas they hoped the naga don’t break me. She also asked about my favorite magic for some reason.” She lit up in excitement and I noticed Applejack come back and was looking at me with intrust as were the other girls around me.

“Really, if your world doesn’t have magic, then how do you know about it? What is your favorite type of magic. Wha-“ I covered her mouth with my hand.

“First, we only have fairy tales, stories, and video games that tell of actual magic. In reality, it’s only illusions and slight of hand.” I looked at the rest and before I could say the second half, Rainbow Dash asked the question.

“Then what’s your favorite type of magic?” She asked in excitement. I hate to burst others bubble, but I’m backed into a corner with no way out.

“Dark magic and necromancy.” They gasped at the implication and my blatant admiration of ‘evil’ magic.

“Why do you like evil magic?” Fluttershy asked with a hopeful smile. My guess is that she had the same philosophy as me.

“Because the concept of good and evil is flawed.” I explained why I thought it was wrong and flawed. I explained my philosophy of everyone change, even the worst people can change if they tried hard enough. There is two sides to a story, and if both sides are heard out, then there can be change on both sides. “And that’s why I chose dark magic and necromancy. It can be used for good in the right hands.” The train stopped at our destination. We still had a mile walk there and it would be exhausting if I didn’t pace tor hours everyday before I got here.





We got to the farm house with time to spare as we searched the house, but with little luck, we found nothing. We were now out side with our heads held low at our misfortune.

It wasn’t long before my ears picked up a sound that I couldn’t describe. I didn’t get a chance to look around when a scaly hand picked me up by the throat and lifted me of the ground.

“I call hacks!” I laugh at my own jokes which was lost on everyone. “No one gets my sense of humor. Why couldn’t another human come with me from my world.” They weren’t paying attention.

The arm was scaly, like I described, while the person had... no legs. ‘Holy crap, it’s a naga!’ That was my first thought when I first saw one. 

I was still up in the air when I remembered a pressure point on the shoulder. I dug two fingers into the pressure point until it dropped me. I thought fast at I thought of the closest I’ve ever been to fighting. I put the naga in a chock hold and tensed my arm. He flailed as he was slowly going unconscious. His movements got slower until he stopped. I let go as he dropped to the ground unconscious. I checked his pulse and found one.

“He’s alive.” I stated flatly. I looked at the rest which had dropped jaws.

“That was our best fighter.” One said still in shock. “We need you to come with us warrior.” I got a horrified expression.

“Why me?! That was the first fight I’ve ever been in in my entire life! I’m no warrior!” I was a little frantic. I knew from the Elder Scrolls series that they were recruited by defeating something powerful while they were still new to fighting.

“Still, we need you. We didn’t want to do that to you, but we’re desperate. We’re near the point of losing our home.” I clinched my fist. There’s two sides to the story and desperation can make people do the wrong thing.

“Fine, I’ll hear you out.”





The situation is that there is two clans of naga. One is peaceful yet powerful to protect its people with either force or diplomatic. That was this one. The other one was ran like a dictatorship where all outsiders at executed if not a naga. 

He finished his explanation when we entered the cave and into the naga’s market area. I looked at all the stalls which rather had fruits, vegetables, meat, or rare items. 

I stopped at one stall with my eyes wide open. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I walked over to it which definitely got everyone’s attention as it went quiet in the market. I picked it up which told me it was real. 

“Sir, do you know what that is? I tried to sell it for two weeks now.” The naga woman manning the stall asked.

“M9 beretta military issue pistol. Simi auto and 15 round magazine. In use in the United States armed forces sense 1985. Personally, I prefer the 1911 sense we’ve been using it for the past hundred years. Now that gun saw two world wars and I still in use today on my world. Back to the gun, it weighs 2.1 pounds unloaded and 2.55 pounds loaded. It’s 8.5 inches long and fires a 9mm bullet. In short, it’s a near perfect side arm.” I explained not afraid to show my knowledge. I looked around to see everyone in the market area in total shock. “I’m a gun nut so I know a lot about guns. Though, I never shot a 9mm before.” I unloaded the gun by pressing the magazine release and sliding the action back, making the bullet in the chamber come out. I caught in mid air and loaded it back into the mag. “Keep a gun unloaded at all times, unless you intended to use it. I can’t tell you how many people commit suicide by handing a gun incorrectly.” I placed ten bits on the counter for the gun. “I’ll take this thank you. It’s safer in my hands than anybody else’s.”

“That was amazing Blacklight! You really know your stuff about that thing. Is that a really powerful weapon you have?” Twilight asked snapping everyone out of there shock, and I mean every one.

“Not even close. This is for backup. We have weapons that can flatten an entire city in one shot. We have weapons that can kill from The inside out. Granted, it’s a war crime to use them, but we have them. This is just one of the more common ones out there.” 

With that I walked to Twilight and held out a mag. “Tell the princess that I need nine more of these.” She took it and did as I said. “Rarity, it’s time to make this war belt combat ready.” I took it off showing my black belt that actually holds my pants up. I gave the belt to Rarity. “I need ten perfectly shaped holders for those magazines. Can you do that please?” I pocket holster the gun and turn towards our guide. “I’m going to regret this, take me to your barracks. I’ll fight with you.”

“Perfect! This way.” He lead me somewhere other than the barracks. He took me to their blacksmith.





“Well That makes sense.” I said after he explained why we’re going to the blacksmith. I did need a melee weapon and it would be for stealth purposes. I didn’t like the fact that I had to kill, but if I can get dirt on the enemy, we can recruit the civilians there. “Okay, but I’m designing my sword.” 

We made it to the blacksmith and I had clear orders to stand outside his work area. I should note that they don’t have doors, but they have curtains to act as doors. I heard their conversation as it was easy to hear. I didn’t get to listen in completely before another voice sprang out.

‘It seems that your blessed spirit is helping you in this endeavor of yours.’ She observered. I was confused at the prospect of a blessed spirit, but I was more concerned that I heard her out of my dreams. ‘As you’ve heard, I’m your guide and teacher. When your awake, I’m your guide. When your asleep, I’m you teacher. Right now is a good teaching moment.’ I was confused before it clicked into place. 

That’s right, she’s teaching me... what exactly. ‘Hold your hands out like you’re holding a ball.’ I did so with my hands tilted inwards. ‘Perfect, now feel the magic flowing through you and expell it through your hands. Your blessed spirit will show its self.’

I felt the magic run through me like a river, but it felt... dark and cold. I ignored it and focused it through my hand. A mass of black energy formed in the middle of my hand and a talon gripped my wrist, but instead of freak out, I saw it through to the end. More of the animal appeared as a beak, wings, and blue flames were now noticeable.

The animal was an eagle by the looks of it. It was completely black with a wingspan of ten feet. It was around two feet tall with a razor sharp beak. It’s most notable feature is the glowing blue right eye. 

I now noticed that the room became slightly more blue. I shrugged it off and picked up my pistol to examine it more. The eagle moved to my shoulder. I found that my sight were slightly off when it was only a centimeter off. I was about to question it when the eagle bit my ear. I fixed it and it let go of my ear. 

‘An interesting power it has.’ Moon said. 

“What power?” I questioned. The conversation between my guide and the blacksmith was still going on.

‘To your left are a par of naga observing you. Look at them.’ I did so and my vision zoomed in on them. I could see them like I was right in front of them. ‘They are a mile and a half away. Naga’s vision is much better that a human’s. With this, you can see as far as you want if it’s in your normal view. There is two other things, but you need to be in the dream realm for me to show you.’

The eagle disappeared into then air with no trace. The slight blue tent to everything was gone as the naga that was my guide pocked his head out.

“He’s ready.” He stated.

“Thanks...” I trailed off at his name.

“Striker.” He had an unusual name, but, then again, so are the ponies.

“Okay.” I walked in with confidence before it fell when I saw twenty naga in the room. 

“Hello there sir. You need a weapon.” The blacksmith asked.

“I have a weapon, but I need one that won’t explode if not cleaned. A short sword please.” 

“Any particular reason?” He most likely wasn’t use to something like a short sword.

“I’m not as strong as a naga, so I’ll rely on speed to make up for strength. Plus, I know pressure points on a naga to trigger emmets pain as it’s the same for a human.”

“Any preference.” I took out my sketchbook and drew the short sword. It was the Narzan short sword from for honor. I colored it to show my preferences. The only difference was that the silver was black.



I showed him and, surprise surprise, his jaw dropped.

“A beautiful design. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He complimented in which I shrug.

“Nothing special. Find the one I did for Canterlot or New York, now that’s a good drawing.” I wasn’t prideful of my sketches. I was really modest about it.

“Well, you teacher is definitely proud of any of these.” I facepalmed as I knew what the effect were.

“No teacher. Learned with trial and error. Flawed, yes. Effective, fuck ya it is.” I said that last one with a little to much enthusiasm. He looked at the sword and smirked.

“This will be an interesting challenge with the scales and the dragon head, but it should be done by tomorrow. Oh, I’m iron blade, the cave’s blacksmith.”

“Got it, see ya around.” I waved as I left. 





We walked for hours before I saw a sign in the distance. It was about thirty meters away so I squinted. The blue tent came back and my vision amplified. I widen my eyes, but it was still far so close. I let it zoom out, but decided not to dismiss it as it can be useful. 

Dash and Fluttershy would be passing by in ten minutes. They were flying fast and were about two miles away.

“Hey, you two! Nice day for a flight!” I yelled at them.

“Who are you-“ he was cut off by a yell.

“HOW CAN YOU EVEN SEE US?!” Dash yelled before going full speed. She stopped right I front of me. “We were two miles away. How... did... you.” She notice something as her face went blank. I snapped my fingers in front of her face and she snapped out of it. “Dude, you’re eye’s on fire.” I looked at her skeptically.

“Is this a prank dash, because it-“ I was cut off by Fluttershy screaming. It was close, vary close. I looked behind Dash and found Fluttershy in complete terror. “Your eye’s on fire. B-blue flames.” Dash zoomed off and came back with a mirror. I found my eye was infact on fire with blue flames.

“Dismiss.” I said flatly and as soon as the word came out of my mouth, the flames died to show my natural blueish gray eye color. The flame was a brighter blue than my eye color, but what am I gonna do. “It’s fine, this happened earlier at the blacksmith. Moon is helping me control it.” 

I held out my hands the same way I did out side the blacksmith’s shop. The black energy returned and the mass formed. Out stepped the eagle with the glowing blue eye. “See, I’m learning quickly, right?” I made the eagle disappear in a puff of dark smoke.

“Dark magic. Impossible, your not even a unicorn!” Dash shouted.

“Does it matter?” I didn’t care if they thought it was impossible, I’m showing them the prof. “I’m doing it right now, right?”

“Go to Twilight. She’ll scan you to check your magical potential, as well as check your reserves.” With that dash took back the mirror and flew away. I now realized I have no idea where we’re going.

“Well that’s a coincidence. I was taking you to your room. We’re short on rooms so we have to give you roommates. Your with Twilight.” Oh shit.

‘Language.’ I heard moon say in my head.

You can hear my thoughts?

‘Yes, I can. Hurry up and go to sleep. It’s nine pm.’ She was aggravated at my blatant ingredients of the time.

Fine, I need to go to sleep early for training tomorrow. See you soon Moon.

‘See you soon.’ She responded.

The mind argument was fresh in my mind. I walked with striker leading me through the labyrinth.





“Im here.” I greeted to the lone pony in th room.

“Hello, Rainbow said that you preformed dark magic. But I knew she was playing a prank on me. She even got Fluttershy to play along.” Twilight laughed. I really wanted to prove her wrong. I absentmindedly summoned the eagle. She gawked before pulling out a pencil and parchment.

“No! Bad Twilight! Bad!” She pouted and the two objects disappeared. With a mental command, he disappeared. 

I didn’t give her time to respond as I fell asleep.





The mind scape was different because it looked like I was in Battlefield 4. I looked around with interest at my new surroundings.

“Like it.” I heard from behind me. I turned around and found Moon standing and staring off into the destroyed city. “A little place of home for both of us. You on your planet and me on the battlefield.” I chuckled at the unintended pun. She had no idea what game this is from, but I was going to tell her.

“That was a pun actually. This map is from a game called battlefield 4. Pretty funny.” I explained. I calmed down and stared at her with the most determined face I could muster. “Okay, The other two things you wanted to show me.”

“Yes, one is a helping hoof in aiming. Summon a weapon.” I thought of a simple compound bow. It wasn’t stylish, but Moon seemed to appreciate it. “Good. now to activate the ability, you must give it a name.” I thought of a couple good names. I came across one that stood out.

“Eagle eye. Makes sense because it’s from an eagle.” I played with the string to check if it was good.

“Okay, sense you choose a bow, add your own design to it. I want to see how you will make it. I also want to know your thought process.” I nodded and the bow began to change.

It went from the normal curve bow look to a professional compound bow. It became red and black with the dominant color being black. Five arrows were attached to the side for quick load. It had paracord on the handle just Incase of the need of paracord. Lastly, the bow had a sight on it for easier aiming.



“The sights is to be more precise. It changed to give it a better range and make it easier to use. Changed it black to keep it from being seen and the red was because... why not. The paracord can be used for many different situations. Lastly, I attached the arrows to the side for quick action. All around, a pretty good bow.” I explained. I took one arrow and attached it to the string. I was shaking a lot for some reason.

“Activate eagle eye.” I did so and my shaking stopped. My breathing got slower as everything turned slightly blue. An enemy from the the game appeared in front of me and was about a mile out. “Don’t force the arrow to hit. Relax and follow your instincts.” 

I relaxed and felt the contradicting attributes that were working against me. I drew in a breath and let my instincts take control. I felt the wind coming from the right and the distance playing a big role. I was planning to hit the head. My body moved like it was practiced daily as my mind fought to stay on task. I released the string and the arrow went air born.

It hit it in the head with a soft thunk as it was stuck in the skull. The enemy fell over and disappeared into then air. I hit him. It’s dead.

“That’s one done. Now there’s only one more left.” She trotted over to me with a look of happiness. “When your blessed spirit is summoned, you can see through it’s eyes.”

“What is a blessed spirit called if this was in my world?” I asked out of curiosity.

“You call it a spirit animal.” She said simply.

“Oh. Should have thought harder about that. That would be an easy guess.” I was mentally slapping myself for not thinking of it.

“Back to the lesson, you need to focus on your blessed spirit and try to move your consciousness to it.” I did as instructed, but didn’t work. 

I thought of trying to move my consciousness to it by imagining someone moving my brain to the bird. It worked that time and I turned my head to Moon. She got the implication even if it was the eagle.

“Well it looks like you got that down. Now, all we have to do is name the eagle. Naming her will help and be less discriminating to her.” I thought of some good names, but I thought of a really good one. I might get yelled at for naming it this, but it fits her.

“How about kamikaze. It means ‘divine wing’ in Japanese.” I suggested which caused Moon to look at me skeptical at first before it turned to happiness.

“It’s a good name for her. A little dark, but good for her.” Consciousnesswas returning to me so I waved good bye.

“Later.” I said as I woke up like I did every day.”