kitsune_wolf (kitsune_wolf) wrote in lg_chronicles, @ 2007-10-17 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | bonus story, kel'at, tasha |
Bonus Story: Weak-Spot
Title: Weak-Spot
Word count: 450
Characters: Tasha, Kel’at, Kel’at’s sword
Notes : This takes place before the Chronicle. In the same time frame as Twisted and Sparkover, but it doesn’t fit into either.
So here it is unlocked.
Light catches on steal and gold. Jaded emerald eyes study the flow of metal.
“You’re such a pretty girl.” She had said, her fingers running down my edge the touch strong enough to feel the sharpness, but soft enough to avoid the cut.
She’s too young to be making swords, and he’s too young to have a sword made for him. But they like breaking the rules and she had so little left of home.
The ache of duty, the heat of Forge flame, the sharpness of sword steal, remind her of who she is, who she wants to be.
The crackle of thunder, the warmth of childish infatuation , and the strength of belief paves the road before him.
A road she doesn’t intend to walk with him. But she doesn’t want to see him alone and so I am born.
But I am born flawed.
She’s found the weakness in me. She’s frowning her energy flickering and her fingers pressing harder trying to find out if the flaw is a fatal one...
But she too is flawed and her gifts fail her causing her skin to split on my blade.
She hisses and curses herself. He hears and enters the room, sees me for the first time.
And it’s love at first sight.
Of course it is, I was made for him.
She mutters something the words garbled by the bleeding finger in her mouth.
“What do you mean it’s no good? It’s a great sword!” Sparkling golden magic flows down my edge and I glow with pride. “See perfect for me.”
She’s frowning again, she tries to take me of him, but he’s he holds me high with one hand, the other is on her shoulder holding her back.
“It’s no good Kel’at! She’s got a weak-spot.” She sighed. “I need to melt her down and start again.”
“What melt down a pretty thing like this?” Kel’at asks shocked. “You can’t.”
She can. She’s too young to make swords but she’s old enough to know she won’t make good ones every try, this isn’t my first form, and it shouldn’t be my last. But he is please with me, I will be a good sword for him.
“But Kel’at!”
She never whines and he never stands up to her. But they are, and it’s for me. I will be a very good sword for him. And as he leaves with me in victory his clever fingers find the weak-spot. Even though he knows nothing of making swords and he knows nothing of metal and fire, he still finds it, and judges it.
He smiles.
“Don’t worry pretty sword. It’s our flaws that make us who we are.”