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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
12/25/2017 7:16:50 AM
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[quote]"The shield of daybreak,
Never grew opaque,
As darkness approached;
It radiates still,
With an iron will,
And protects those who are weak."[/quote]
[b][u]Dreams of the Shield[/u][/b]
[i]The Six Spices, Khalosh, 13:36[/i]
Phoebe sat in a ramen shop. The shop was rather small, and only had where the soup was served and four small tables that seated two. [url=https://youtu.be/KU5o6M7S5nQ]Sunny[/url] and cheery music, played quietly throughout the shop.
The young looking Warlock was occuping an entire table to herself. Her diverse collection of colored pencils was laid out to her right. Her sketchbook sat in front of her as she drew her masterpiece.
Her Wings of Sacred Dawn seemed to glow as the falling sun of the winter shined upon it.
Her blonde hair was illuminated by the same light, as it shined like gold. It fell like a waterfall, tumblimg down her back with a certain grace as it remained tucked behind her ears.
Her hands would fly around her sketchpad and two her pencils vigorously. She was focused.
Phoebe seemed calm, yet not. One may wonder, what was she drawing that would take up most of her attention.
The truth was, she sorta daydreaming. She was sketching someone she had seen appear in her dreams. Someone who would often appear in them in such a way.
But the mystery to her, was: Who was this man to her? Would he be her hero? Would he be her lover? Would she meet this man? Who was the man?
As she continued to sketch the one from her dreams. She worked to remember and capture every detail of him.
One may shine bright, as mystery would await her.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][spoiler]Kudos to who gets the reference in the ramen shop.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]"Exactly, the answers. Answers to questions asked long ago and far into the future. So, care to come get some answers with me?" [/i]
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"Yes," she replied.
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[i]"Good. Do you have a ship?" [/i]
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"No here, no."
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[i]"How about a Sparrow?" [/i]
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"That I have."
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[i]"Good. Can it fit two?" [/i]
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"Well, if you want the sword so badly, just take the damn sparrow. I mean, I want that much power, but I haven't even mastered Void Light yet. I'm not worthy of the power."
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[i]"Just ride it with me, come on." [/i]
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"Fiiiiiine," she said.
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[i]"Summon your Sparrow outside," he said, walking to the entrance. [/i]
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She walked out, summoning her sparrow.
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[i]Polaris hopped onto the Sparrow with her, and drove the pair of them away from the cave. They traveled for about sixish hours, crossing plains and forests until they reached a barren tundra. They went to the heart of it and found themselves staring upon a ship of Hive make - A tombship, longer than the eye could see and halfway in the ground, tilted on an angle. Fallen and Hive corpses lay strewn on the ground next to a gaping hole in the hull of the ship. Piles of bodies reeked a stench that no Hive could hope to emit naturally: This was a warzone, a battlefield of long past sins. The rotting corpses had been arranged into stacks, but by what? [/i]
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"Oh god that smell!" Phoebe complained.
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"Get over it, we still must push in."
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Ganymede transmatted on her helmet.
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[i]Polaris hopped off of the Sparrow as his Ghost transmatted his helmet on. The white locks of the Warlock had become enveloped within an Obsidian Mind; He progressed further into the building, and his armour swiftly turned a purple shade. Something was up with his Light. [/i]
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She followed, noticing his armor, "Hey, are you alright. Your armor went from blue to violet."
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[i]"I know it did. I'm alright, yes."[/i]
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"You sure?" She asked.
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[i]"Did I sound unsure?" [/i]
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"No."
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[i]"Then don't ask pointless questions." [/i]
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"Ugh."
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[i]"What now?" [/i]
