As the yellow mass of energy consumed him, the young warrior accepted that the prophecy foretold about him at birth had finally begun to take effect. With each passing second he felt the forces of his body and soul morphing and slipping further away from his control, but yet he chose not to fight it. At last the energy reached his head and while his mind still remained intact, there was no definite shape to the being he remembered himself to be, all he could feel at that moment was the immense force of his true power rippling through the cosmic force he had become. With all feeling gone, he closed his eyes and let mind faded into the light with what he believed to be a light smirk on his face, that is if one could imagine a cosmic mass of energy smiling.
The light of the alchemy faded away leaving the cosmic energy he had begun to its own demise, just above the crystal he had been attempting to alch in the first place, that had now grown larger on the floor. Slowly and precisely the crystal pulled on the floating energy, but as as the two made contact, the cosmic energy took a physical shape in that of an ancient blade with what seemed to be miniature bolts of lightning crackling around and about the blade.
tl.dr I became a sword, now I'm asleep, till my slumber is shattered by the arrival of the Raiglan beings, seeking the missing piece of their crystal tower.
28-Jun-2012 02:22:02
