Happy WednesdaY

Let’s see what’s happening with Aoi

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Aoi had not expected to return to the Nyxian realm. He had thought he escaped Bergstrand's tyranny. Anger boiled up inside him, burning hotter than his back, as he thought of Akira, who had tricked and drugged him. Aoi had thought Akira was trustworthy. He had been starting to consider him a friend.

Friend. Aoi wondered if what Bergstrand said was true, that they all died on Black Rain Isle. He had grown to like the warlock, especially since they were both fond of swords, and thanks to Akira, he had been slowly learning to live and shed some of the tension he had carried around for so long. Akira had told Aoi he had a sword he thought would suit him.

And what a beauty it was. Aoi let his mind drift to the sword, finding it a happier place than the pain littering his back. Because he had a photographic memory, Aoi recalled every detail about it. Even the way it felt in his hand, as if it had always belonged there. The blade was long and broad, obsidian black. From the crossguard to the tip, it was covered in ancient writing he had never seen before. It was not English or Nyxian, but Aoi understood it as if the words had been meant for him alone.

To Ugroth, my blessed guard.

He had wondered who Ugroth was, studying the words and running his fingers along the letters, feeling drawn to the sword for a few moments before trailing his gaze to the crossguard that was wide and aggressive, designed to look like bat wings spreading outward on either side, with fangs leading up to the grip. The grip itself was wrapped in the body and tail of a serpent, coiling upward to the pommel, a deep, blood-red gemstone that seemed to thrum with life. Aoi had always believed swords had souls, and this one felt as if it had a heart as well.

Until next time

Gia