LOGINA/N What do you think about Mars gaining powers?
In the snowy desert of his subconscious- his Aethyr space, it was fading, reverting to barren emptiness. The childlike goddess appeared, sighing and shaking her head, "I knew it would come to this, sooner or later," She snapped her fingers. The blizzard returned, but with it came something dark and menacing, "I wanted to wait until he was fully ready, but I can't have him die now, can I?" With a giggle, she let a black fog swallow the sky, turning the sun a bloody red and the world became unbearably, painfully cold. In the cavern, Mars’s eyes flew open, hissing as the light stung his eyes. A thin, crystalline layer of ice sheathed his hands and legs, and cold steam emanated from his body as he slowly, painfully, rose to his feet. Unis, startled, tried to kick him down and stab him again, but Mars willed two swords into existence. One of pure, diamond-like white ice, the other of night-black ice wreathed in crackling Khaos energy. The mindless shifters recoiled,
Keith’s vision began to darken at the edges as he watched the man, he loathed above all others, continue his approach. Keith’s muscles corded, his grip on his sword so tight the flames licking the blades began to singe his own fingers. He wanted to charge, to shove the burning steel through his uncle’s gut and watch him die in agony. But he was frozen, a statue of rage and terror. His powerful frame trembled, not with fury, but with a fear so deep it had become part of his marrow. It wasn't until a gentle hand touched his shoulder that the encroaching blackness receded, and murder wasn't his only conscious thought. Mars was beside him, a solid, grounding presence. His light blue eyes were fixed on the smug man now standing a dozen feet away. "Oh my… why the hostility?" Unis purred, "haven't seen my baby nephew in sixteen years. My, my, you grew up handsome. How are my dear sister's ashes doing?" He laughed, a sound that was like gravel grinding on glass. And Ke
"Oh no! It looks serious! I think he might die!" Charlotte wailed, forcing crocodile tears. "Shit!" Keith cursed, holding Mars tightly as the black hue continued its rapid spread. Mars groaned, a thin trickle of blood escaping his nose. Then, something miraculous happened. The pure, glacial ice he’d been conjuring erupted from his skin once more, but this time, it climbed over the black stain. Where they met, the ice itself set ablaze with a cold, dark fire, slowly solidifying and reshaping into a new form… a jagged, menacing black ice. The three onlookers watched in stunned silence as Mars slowly came to, the blood drying on his upper lip. "Ugh, why do I feel like shit… and why is my ice black now?" He willed it, and a sword, sharp and almost identical to Ember in form, crystallized in his hand.The entire blade was forged of the same opaque, light-devouring black ice. "Woah! Did I hit some next-level awakening or something?" He turned to Keith, who was a portrait of d
Keith finally let Mars stand on his own two feet. The sudden return to solid ground made him stumble, only to be caught once more in the prince’s unyielding arms. The scent of sandalwood and smoke filled his senses, a dizzying, familiar combination. He pushed away in a start, backing up until his shoulders met the cool stone wall of the cavern room. "Why am I here? I said I could stay with Mira! She offered to train with me. I want to learn how to do cool stuff, like making an ice sword, but you—" Mars’s complaint was cut short as he saw Keith’s anger rise again at the mention of the physician’s name. But it wasn't the cold, murderous fury he’d shown Charlotte. This was a different, hotter anger, directed at the woman who wasn't even present. A possessive, irrational rage that made him want to reduce Mira Goodwill to cinders, to erase her from existence and from the mind of the young man before him. He closed the distance in two swift strides, cutting off Mars’s protes
This wasn't in the script, there wasn't supposed to be a fight scene now. Infact, a lot of things had been going off script, was his presence somehow affecting the story? The three warriors drew their swords in unison. Mars rushed to the door, ushering the frightened girls, who had come out at the noise, back inside and barring it shut. Keith launched himself forward, Ember blazing to life. The few townspeople peeking through their shutters watched in awe. Aside from Mira's healing ability, they had only ever heard tales of the great powers wielded by royals and high nobles. With a single, sweeping arc, Keith's sword unleashed a wave of fire that incinerated a score of ghouls, the Sword Aura doing the work of a dozen blades. Yver was a blur of motion beside him, his extendable vine-sword whipping through the air, slicing through the ghouls that lunged at the prince's flanks. A few of the creatures, smarter and quicker, dodged the onslaught, slipping past the two war
"Two months?!" Mars yelled, shocked, but he really shouldn't have been surprised. The last time, two months in Elarion had been only two days in his world. Now, a week of his time had translated to two months here. "Yes," Yver snickered, elbowing the prince playfully, "and you do not know how grumpy His Highness was." Mars puckered his lips, "but... isn't he always grumpy?" The blond laughed, "well, he is. But it was on a whole new level. I'm saying he looked everywhere for you, for two weeks straight! All that threatening earlier? Merely an act…" Yver leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "and I'm very sure he missed you, he just doesn't know how to say it without a sword in his hand." A deep blush instantly heated Mars's cheeks, while a peeved Keith pulled Yver away by the scruff of his neck. "Enough," he growled, his eyes flicking to Mars's reddening face. 'What has that fool said to him?' Mira appeared from the backyard, having been





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