Firin
(#61306535)
Harmonic Weaponsmith
Deathless
Phoenix
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Nocturne
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Measurements
Length
4.54 m
Wingspan
6.02 m
Weight
631.66 kg
Genetics
Carrot
Iridescent
Iridescent
Carrot
Shimmer
Shimmer
Brick
Glowtail
Glowtail
Hatchday
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Level 25 Nocturne
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
58
INT
5
VIT
11
MND
5
Biography
Harmonic Weaponsmith
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The most irate and arrogant of the students of Hades, The Harmonic Weaponsmith is known not for his creations but for his stringent conditions on who can wield them. He is erratic to the extreme and a bit more obsessed with weapons than that. It has gotten to the point that had he not been the descendent of Naomi and held the sustaining power of lava, he would have collapsed from exhaustion, hunger, or thirst multiple times in his pursuits of creating the next weapon. Or testing a powerful weapon by giving it to the enemies of the crest to see if they could stand against the might of the Shade and War crest. He did so in an attempt to ensure no one close to him died because of the confidence they held in his weapons. He fears the very idea that his creations will fail those he considers friends and loved ones. He is the least socially-adept dragon among the students of Hades for he considers himself apart from most due to his lineage, whether by pride or shame no one knows. As a result, he is a recluse.
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After his rebellion against his grandmother, Firin wandered aimlessly through the volcanic vents. He wished to see a direction he could head to, away from the influence of his grandmother’s teaching. In his endless wandering he saw many creatures of fire having adapted to the fires, but never one who adapted the fire to it’s needs. He wanted to see the latter for he was a creature of balance, and balance was his fire. So he wandered and wandered only to see more and more of those who had changed for fire, eventually losing hope. In that despondent state he finally saw it, a phoenix. A creature who used fire to be reborn exchanging it’s old decrepit shackled body for a new free body. So he followed it wherever it went and observed what it did until finally learning what was needed. Courage. So he turned away and headed towards a volcano unaware that the phoenix had chosen to follow him. He jumped in and when he emerged anew, there sat the Phoenix having deemed him worthy of friendship.
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“Hey, Firin, have you heard of that teacher who has been getting famous recently?, uhhh … I am forgetting the name.” A darker colored guardian asked another lighter colored guardian.
“Yeah, Hades and his 4 students. Terror and Sin, shade-touched that resolve the problems of dragons through differing means. Myst, a storyteller who heals and Hecates, is one of the oldest diviners of the Dark Circle.” The eyes of the guardian seemed to sparkle. “They have been helping ensure harmony among the dragons through peaceful and violent methods. To be honest, they have made our missions easier.”
“Heh, you are not going to like this mission then. You have to go and eliminate the 5 creators of imbalance. This is a direct order from Grandmother for you” The dark guardian said with a hint of awkwardness. Firin was still shocked while eyes alternated between shock, rage and fear. So much so that he didn’t notice his cousin's slackened face suddenly gaining the elegance of someone meeting their superior. It wasn’t until he bowed that Firin snapped out of his stupor. He turned around in time to hear his cousin say “Grandmother”
There stood the Balance-keeper, an elegant dark guardian. Naomi's descendent, the Glitch queen, yet not bound by that title. She was the one to bring balance to the world, allowing it to grow. Seeing her, Firin bowed his head hiding his grievances. His very blood commanded him to. Firin had stood in front of his grandmother many times, a privilege that came with being one of her best warriors surpassing many of those that belonged in his father’s generation. Yet even still he could not resist the command.
“Child, I can see that you have complaints. Speak.” She said in a voice that was neither strict or lenient.
“Grandmother, I don’t see why we have to eliminate Hades and his students. They have been nothing but righteous in their cause. Moreover, even if their cause was worthy of extermination, we would need to enlist more than a few of our numbers with the determination to fall for our cause under the context that you were to lead us, let alone just me. It is like asking me to walk towards my own doom.” Firin voiced all his concerns.
“Firin, their cause may be righteous but their methods are too extreme. Evil is required for the good to become Great. After all, only in tumultuous times are heroes born. Had Myst’s brother not been forcefully rescued, he would have walked the path of war to reclaim his throne. He would have been a better leader in these times of war,"""" Versai replied calmly. “As for the matter of your power, do you not know how the balance would support your cause giving you power.”
“Grandmother, through grandfather’s blood, my connection to the Balance is loose, not even giving me a fraction of the support it gives to some of my cousins. But despite that, Let’s take Hades’s first student Terror, whose smallest battle achievement was defeating a raging naomi descendent of the same generation as I, touched by the shade. Grandmother, the Shade provides just as much support to its subjects as the Balance gives you. Let’s say I give up my sense of honor and embrace my shadow allegiance and exterminate him through tricks and cowardice. What about Hecate, the witch who has been amassing knowledge from before you were even born.” Firin was now directly facing Versai and speaking loud enough that those around them were not pleased. Some even wished to go over and attack Firin but were repelled as soon as they came within a certain distance of them. Silently, Versai had released her power and in confrontation so had Firin. “You said only tumultuous times create heroes. Let me give you 5 examples of heroes. Hades, who watched his family be destroyed by conflict, now spreads ideas of kindness and unity. Terror, Myst, Hecate, and Sin, born with fates that had them facing the world as their enemy, now they protect that very world. Balance wants me to destroy these heroes now for the benefit of some “heroes” in the future, who will no doubt face the same treatment and threat of extermination.”
“Firin, calm down, you do not wish to head down this path, you are dangerously close to it."""" She advised him.
“The path of rebellion, Grandmother. Is that the path grandmother? I am one of your best warriors' grandmother. I have seen what happens when one of your bloodlines walks down this path. I have been a judge, jury, and executioner to those who took this path. Grandmother, if I walk this path who will you send? Grandmother.” He was practically unhinged, churning with fury.
“No one. Leave Firin if you find balance so despicable, then leave.” Versai said calmly. This sentence shocked all around her, including Firin. In his confusion, he left nonetheless. He didn’t look back to see Versai with a hint of mourning in her eyes. “Firin, you were one of my best soldiers but I knew every mission caused your faith in the balance to waiver. I gave you this mission to push you over the edge, into the abyss or paradise, I know not yet.” She spoke slowly to herself.
Meanwhile, the confused Firin traveled far from the land of shadows he called home. Through the domain of the lost deity into that of the Flamecaller. His fiery skin, one of the few inheritances from his grandfather, fit right into those seething fires and lava. He could feel his bloodline slowly roiling as the balance seemed to reject him. He could feel the deep pain that it caused despite his distant relation to the Balance. He now knew the reason for the execution order on his fellows, but yet did not regret the decision. Or rather he couldn’t as the belief in his choice was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
In his exhaustion, he looked for a solution to his problem. A search which lasted many days, many of which were spent observing a phoenix. He watched as it grew from a hatchling to an exhausted bird in its many fights, only to be born anew and becoming stronger, so he knew what he had to do.
He stared at the lava in front of him for a moment before jumping in. A phoenix came to sit on the edge of the pool with a sense of anticipation in its eyes.
In the lava, time seemed to slow down to a trickle. There with a swipe of his claws, Firin cut his flesh to allow the lava to rush into his body. He felt the force of balance ease and subside but before he got used to this painlessness, his senses were invaded by a stronger sense of pain.
All powers have two facets, remove one and the other becomes great.
The Power of Balance is defined by the support one gains when facing imbalance and the ability to know where imbalance is.
Today, I abandon the support to turn knowledge of imbalance into understanding all in my sight.
The Shadows hide within them the trickery, but none can hide from the sight of the shadows.
Today, I abandon the trickery to encompass the world in my shadow and therefore my sight.
I am no longer the guardian of Balance, and am a nocturne in Harmony with the very world.
A declaration was made silently. Faraway, Versei turned towards the Volcanic Vents and gave a sigh of relief or defeat, which it was even she didn’t know. She could feel the balance telling her to issue a mission for his head, but for once she did not for she knew it would be futile, unless she herself went after him now.
Outside the volcanic vent emerged a Firin vastly smaller than how he went in. His mighty guardian stature had been exchanged for the agile body of a nocturne, yet one could feel from his movements that he had not lost any battle prowess. His movements were silent for they caused no disturbance to their surroundings. His eyes had changed from the purple of shadows to a mysterious red hue, yet they seemed vacant as if they were but decorations. In actuality, his eyes were the lava-like shadow under him quickly spreading far and wide, the further the distance from Firin the lower the visibility. Therefore without most dragons realizing it, the very surface under their claws had been covered in Firin’s shadow. The few who did realize couldn’t do anything as it immediately sunk into the ground. It could be said besides a few special dragons and the domain of the deities, Firin could understand everything in the world due to his power of Harmony.
Among these few special dragons were included, those carrying the Glitch queen’s bloodline to the third generation, those carrying the Hell queen’s bloodline to the second generation, and those who are or are destined to be heroes or villains of an era. Even the blessed children of deities and the Shade could hold no secrets in front of the shadow of Firin. Yet, instead of creatures, the first information Firin was focused on crafting, for he was no longer Firin the warrior and wished to choose a path other than the one set by Balance. He learned every method the ruins of the second era could give and even the natural crafting that many beastclans engage in without realizing. All this information flooded his brain. He understood this information but knew he could not properly use it without guidance and knew that he was unlikely to receive support from the descendents of either the Glitch or Hell queen’s descendents. After all, who would be foolhardy enough to actively go against the Balance-Keeper, even if she had not set her stance against him? The only possibility would be heroes and villains of the era for their very existence could break the balance that his grandmother tried to keep. Firin already had a few names in mind regarding who to ask. So he rushed towards the biggest cluster of individuals his shadow couldn’t see through, 6 dragons.
A day away from his target, he felt them stop moving. At first he thought they were merely taking a break, but after another half a day worth of travel, they still had not moved. In fact, he could feel someone watching him from among them. When they were within normal visible range, he saw an imperial staring at him. There were 6, two imperials, a mirror, a pearlcatcher, a ridgeback, and a guardian. Hades and his students.
“I have come to seek refuge in your care, and your tutelage in the art of crafting.” Firin said rapidly, seemingly afraid that he would be shooed away.
“Holding the bloodline of the Glitch queen, more specifically of the Balance-keeper line. A line that has already sealed the power inherited from the Queen. You again twisted it into a new power, the power of Harmony. You can observe a lot, can't you, child.” Hades spoke slowly with a smile.
“I can observe, but I cannot truly learn the art. My heart has for too long walked the path of a warrior and I fear despite my sight, it is blind to the path of a weaponsmith.” Firin said.
“A heart is never blind to a new path, it is merely unable to erase the marks of a path it has already walked. But regardless of what path you have walked, I shall guide you onto the path of a weaponsmith.” Hades solemnly declared. Behind him, Terror and Sin shared a wicked smile that Firin would only understand much later. So with that, Firin entered the tutelage of Hades, not only inheriting his knowledge but improving it. He would employ certain ideas of beasts onto the inheritance, making it truly unique.
In the days that followed, Firin also understood that Balance and Harmony were forces that had permeated the very world. Their origin could not be clearly traced yet . His grandmother was the Balance-keeper, yet what gave her the power of balance. He had broken away from the balance not entirely on his own either. Thus he asked his senior to look into myths and legends of old that might help him understand these forces. The only thing he did know was when he was freed from the balance, his actions were no longer dictated by it but by something else. Even his sight never wavered regardless of what he did. He failed to believe that the force of Harmony would be so selfless that there would be no demands for such a power.
During his research, he found he could separate a part of his shadow and put them into the weapons he crafts. They gave everyone a method to communicate even if they were far away. It even allowed him to actively learn what could be improved and destroyed remotely if needed. Yet he learned that he could learn of its destruction as well when he sensed his junior’s armour breaking. He rushed to Hades not minding the incomplete weapon in front of him.
“Teacher, Teacher, Junior’s armour has been destroyed.”
“What?” Hades was shocked. “Quick ask the others.” Firin only now recalls he was able to contact the others and quickly sent a short message.
“What happened, I heard the signal.”
“What?!”
“Are you sure? I just finished talking to him after his argument with Senior Terror.” replies flooded in through the shadows.
“Which direction?” Both Hades and Terror asked at the same time. Firin simply pointed in a direction which transmitted to everyone through the shadow. But when Hades started moving, Firin didn’t.
“I can’t face him like this. I must contemplate my sight.” Firin said resolutely and for the first time in many years, his sight went dark. In the darkness he saw the fate his junior had received. He knew there were always only going to be 6 students of Hades in the end, but had never thought that it would be because one of them would fall. Instead, he believed that eventually, the junior would make his own name, not being remembered as the seventh student of Hades but Teacher of Kings and Queens. Yet he had fallen and the armour Firin had made failed to protect him. Once again he felt weak, why had he not fought fate? For so long he had enjoyed this new path with peace that he forgot that the world was not peaceful. With a strong grunt, he suddenly undid the shackles his grandmother had put on Naomi's bloodlines. The last bit of balance power in his bloodline was absorbed by the force of Harmony, while the naomi power seemed to be held at bay.
He slowly pushed the power into his tail, where he started to forge. Lava appeared out of thin air and coalesced on his tail. If the temperature of the lava were to be felt from a flame, it would be a white flame through which one would be able to see the gruesome picture being formed under the lava. The flesh was slowly being stripped from the bone, while the blood was collected in the sphere. The most curious thing was it was blue, unlike the gold color that the rest of them held. The pain could only be imagined yet there was no sign of any such on Firin’s face, only a mournful smile. Each and every fiber went through a sort of tempering with the liquid, before once again being fit onto the bones, the marrows of which were now blue and not gold. The process was slow enough that it took three days.
“Born through my sorrow, you shall lead me back onto the path of the warrior. Let it be called the ‘Raging Heart’.” Firin said of the reformed tail. Then he looked up at the sky and calmly said. “Junior, you go on ahead, your senior will join you when the world shakes at the name of the 6 Crests of Hades.” His sight was restored, his heart was raging, his mind was clear, his will was ice cold, and his spirit was ready to bare its fangs. He was in harmony with his heart.
With his vision now he could even sense intent and especially concentrate around those who held ill-will towards one of those close to him. He knew that even the special few would not be able to avoid such a concentrated shadow, because he could see his grandmother moving in the direction of Hades and the others. Thus he rushed to stand in front of her, only managing to do that nearly half a day later.
“Grandmother, we meet again after so long.” Firin said with a smile. “You wouldn’t happen to be passing through and just happen to be heading in the direction of my teacher and the others,”
“I know about your sight, so you should know my intent. They must be exterminated now or the balance will be forever unbalanced. In addition, while they may be your companions, their claws are red with the blood of your family.” Versai said calmly.
“Grandmother, you say this as if the sword was not drawn by your descendents against us first. And even if it was not justified, so what? Were their or were their claws not covered in the blood of those like us. On who destiny converges.” Firin asked. Versai was lost for words because of two things. Firstly, they had indeed launched the first attack. Second but more importantly, Firin had clearly just drawn a line between her and him. He was no longer her descendent but a student of Hades.
“You have chosen a different path, that doesn’t necessarily make us enemies, Firin.” She would have continued if not for an abrupt silent roar. She tried to head towards the source of the roar but found herself attacked by a tail that appeared out of nowhere. She looked towards Firin with shock. “You unlocked the seal I put on the powers inherited from grandmother.”
“Yes, grandmother, I have taken that step that you were so afraid of. Afraid that the force of balance will consume you once you unlock it. It's not just that I have made a weapon of it.” Firin smirked and sent forth a barrage of attacks into the space behind him that appeared in front of Versai. He then laughed into the sky. “You heard the roar as well. That’s my senior Terror, rebelling against the Shade. How can I, as his junior, do any less. I have understood the force of Harmony and its goal, thus don’t fear it.”
“The force of Balance is no worse.”
“A force attaches itself to a dragon and forces that dragon and its descendants to act out its bidding. If any go against it, they are hunted. Grandmother, does that sound like the Shade or the Balance? Tell me?”
“What causes Harmony to be any different?”
“Harmony doesn’t wish for all beings to be in harmony, it only wishes that one be in harmony with their heart. Balance shackles you and those of your descent to the path of a warrior.”
“Being a warrior for balance is a great honor that you once earned. You are a warrior today as well, are you not?”
“Indeed, but that is only because my heart has been set aflame today. Tomorrow, I shall once more be a weaponsmith. My descendants can choose to be whoever they like. In the claws of a scholar, harmony shall become a pen and parchment. For a king, it will be his throne and crown. For a hero, it shall be the bane of all evil. In the mind of a villain, it shall be poison that quenches his thirst for power.” Then there was another roar, this time from the gathering. Firin just smiled at his grandmother, he had accomplished his goal of delaying her. “And grandmother, you are right just because we walk different paths, doesn’t make us enemies. But the very nature of balance is flitting, don't make me ensure that is the case.”
With a final warning, Firin left, leaving behind a dazed Versai. In the coming days, he would once more become Firin, the warrior before finally establishing the creative crest. He picked up the hammer, but that doesn’t mean he put down the blade.
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“Yeah, Hades and his 4 students. Terror and Sin, shade-touched that resolve the problems of dragons through differing means. Myst, a storyteller who heals and Hecates, is one of the oldest diviners of the Dark Circle.” The eyes of the guardian seemed to sparkle. “They have been helping ensure harmony among the dragons through peaceful and violent methods. To be honest, they have made our missions easier.”
“Heh, you are not going to like this mission then. You have to go and eliminate the 5 creators of imbalance. This is a direct order from Grandmother for you” The dark guardian said with a hint of awkwardness. Firin was still shocked while eyes alternated between shock, rage and fear. So much so that he didn’t notice his cousin's slackened face suddenly gaining the elegance of someone meeting their superior. It wasn’t until he bowed that Firin snapped out of his stupor. He turned around in time to hear his cousin say “Grandmother”
There stood the Balance-keeper, an elegant dark guardian. Naomi's descendent, the Glitch queen, yet not bound by that title. She was the one to bring balance to the world, allowing it to grow. Seeing her, Firin bowed his head hiding his grievances. His very blood commanded him to. Firin had stood in front of his grandmother many times, a privilege that came with being one of her best warriors surpassing many of those that belonged in his father’s generation. Yet even still he could not resist the command.
“Child, I can see that you have complaints. Speak.” She said in a voice that was neither strict or lenient.
“Grandmother, I don’t see why we have to eliminate Hades and his students. They have been nothing but righteous in their cause. Moreover, even if their cause was worthy of extermination, we would need to enlist more than a few of our numbers with the determination to fall for our cause under the context that you were to lead us, let alone just me. It is like asking me to walk towards my own doom.” Firin voiced all his concerns.
“Firin, their cause may be righteous but their methods are too extreme. Evil is required for the good to become Great. After all, only in tumultuous times are heroes born. Had Myst’s brother not been forcefully rescued, he would have walked the path of war to reclaim his throne. He would have been a better leader in these times of war,"""" Versai replied calmly. “As for the matter of your power, do you not know how the balance would support your cause giving you power.”
“Grandmother, through grandfather’s blood, my connection to the Balance is loose, not even giving me a fraction of the support it gives to some of my cousins. But despite that, Let’s take Hades’s first student Terror, whose smallest battle achievement was defeating a raging naomi descendent of the same generation as I, touched by the shade. Grandmother, the Shade provides just as much support to its subjects as the Balance gives you. Let’s say I give up my sense of honor and embrace my shadow allegiance and exterminate him through tricks and cowardice. What about Hecate, the witch who has been amassing knowledge from before you were even born.” Firin was now directly facing Versai and speaking loud enough that those around them were not pleased. Some even wished to go over and attack Firin but were repelled as soon as they came within a certain distance of them. Silently, Versai had released her power and in confrontation so had Firin. “You said only tumultuous times create heroes. Let me give you 5 examples of heroes. Hades, who watched his family be destroyed by conflict, now spreads ideas of kindness and unity. Terror, Myst, Hecate, and Sin, born with fates that had them facing the world as their enemy, now they protect that very world. Balance wants me to destroy these heroes now for the benefit of some “heroes” in the future, who will no doubt face the same treatment and threat of extermination.”
“Firin, calm down, you do not wish to head down this path, you are dangerously close to it."""" She advised him.
“The path of rebellion, Grandmother. Is that the path grandmother? I am one of your best warriors' grandmother. I have seen what happens when one of your bloodlines walks down this path. I have been a judge, jury, and executioner to those who took this path. Grandmother, if I walk this path who will you send? Grandmother.” He was practically unhinged, churning with fury.
“No one. Leave Firin if you find balance so despicable, then leave.” Versai said calmly. This sentence shocked all around her, including Firin. In his confusion, he left nonetheless. He didn’t look back to see Versai with a hint of mourning in her eyes. “Firin, you were one of my best soldiers but I knew every mission caused your faith in the balance to waiver. I gave you this mission to push you over the edge, into the abyss or paradise, I know not yet.” She spoke slowly to herself.
Meanwhile, the confused Firin traveled far from the land of shadows he called home. Through the domain of the lost deity into that of the Flamecaller. His fiery skin, one of the few inheritances from his grandfather, fit right into those seething fires and lava. He could feel his bloodline slowly roiling as the balance seemed to reject him. He could feel the deep pain that it caused despite his distant relation to the Balance. He now knew the reason for the execution order on his fellows, but yet did not regret the decision. Or rather he couldn’t as the belief in his choice was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
In his exhaustion, he looked for a solution to his problem. A search which lasted many days, many of which were spent observing a phoenix. He watched as it grew from a hatchling to an exhausted bird in its many fights, only to be born anew and becoming stronger, so he knew what he had to do.
He stared at the lava in front of him for a moment before jumping in. A phoenix came to sit on the edge of the pool with a sense of anticipation in its eyes.
In the lava, time seemed to slow down to a trickle. There with a swipe of his claws, Firin cut his flesh to allow the lava to rush into his body. He felt the force of balance ease and subside but before he got used to this painlessness, his senses were invaded by a stronger sense of pain.
All powers have two facets, remove one and the other becomes great.
The Power of Balance is defined by the support one gains when facing imbalance and the ability to know where imbalance is.
Today, I abandon the support to turn knowledge of imbalance into understanding all in my sight.
The Shadows hide within them the trickery, but none can hide from the sight of the shadows.
Today, I abandon the trickery to encompass the world in my shadow and therefore my sight.
I am no longer the guardian of Balance, and am a nocturne in Harmony with the very world.
A declaration was made silently. Faraway, Versei turned towards the Volcanic Vents and gave a sigh of relief or defeat, which it was even she didn’t know. She could feel the balance telling her to issue a mission for his head, but for once she did not for she knew it would be futile, unless she herself went after him now.
Outside the volcanic vent emerged a Firin vastly smaller than how he went in. His mighty guardian stature had been exchanged for the agile body of a nocturne, yet one could feel from his movements that he had not lost any battle prowess. His movements were silent for they caused no disturbance to their surroundings. His eyes had changed from the purple of shadows to a mysterious red hue, yet they seemed vacant as if they were but decorations. In actuality, his eyes were the lava-like shadow under him quickly spreading far and wide, the further the distance from Firin the lower the visibility. Therefore without most dragons realizing it, the very surface under their claws had been covered in Firin’s shadow. The few who did realize couldn’t do anything as it immediately sunk into the ground. It could be said besides a few special dragons and the domain of the deities, Firin could understand everything in the world due to his power of Harmony.
Among these few special dragons were included, those carrying the Glitch queen’s bloodline to the third generation, those carrying the Hell queen’s bloodline to the second generation, and those who are or are destined to be heroes or villains of an era. Even the blessed children of deities and the Shade could hold no secrets in front of the shadow of Firin. Yet, instead of creatures, the first information Firin was focused on crafting, for he was no longer Firin the warrior and wished to choose a path other than the one set by Balance. He learned every method the ruins of the second era could give and even the natural crafting that many beastclans engage in without realizing. All this information flooded his brain. He understood this information but knew he could not properly use it without guidance and knew that he was unlikely to receive support from the descendents of either the Glitch or Hell queen’s descendents. After all, who would be foolhardy enough to actively go against the Balance-Keeper, even if she had not set her stance against him? The only possibility would be heroes and villains of the era for their very existence could break the balance that his grandmother tried to keep. Firin already had a few names in mind regarding who to ask. So he rushed towards the biggest cluster of individuals his shadow couldn’t see through, 6 dragons.
A day away from his target, he felt them stop moving. At first he thought they were merely taking a break, but after another half a day worth of travel, they still had not moved. In fact, he could feel someone watching him from among them. When they were within normal visible range, he saw an imperial staring at him. There were 6, two imperials, a mirror, a pearlcatcher, a ridgeback, and a guardian. Hades and his students.
“I have come to seek refuge in your care, and your tutelage in the art of crafting.” Firin said rapidly, seemingly afraid that he would be shooed away.
“Holding the bloodline of the Glitch queen, more specifically of the Balance-keeper line. A line that has already sealed the power inherited from the Queen. You again twisted it into a new power, the power of Harmony. You can observe a lot, can't you, child.” Hades spoke slowly with a smile.
“I can observe, but I cannot truly learn the art. My heart has for too long walked the path of a warrior and I fear despite my sight, it is blind to the path of a weaponsmith.” Firin said.
“A heart is never blind to a new path, it is merely unable to erase the marks of a path it has already walked. But regardless of what path you have walked, I shall guide you onto the path of a weaponsmith.” Hades solemnly declared. Behind him, Terror and Sin shared a wicked smile that Firin would only understand much later. So with that, Firin entered the tutelage of Hades, not only inheriting his knowledge but improving it. He would employ certain ideas of beasts onto the inheritance, making it truly unique.
In the days that followed, Firin also understood that Balance and Harmony were forces that had permeated the very world. Their origin could not be clearly traced yet . His grandmother was the Balance-keeper, yet what gave her the power of balance. He had broken away from the balance not entirely on his own either. Thus he asked his senior to look into myths and legends of old that might help him understand these forces. The only thing he did know was when he was freed from the balance, his actions were no longer dictated by it but by something else. Even his sight never wavered regardless of what he did. He failed to believe that the force of Harmony would be so selfless that there would be no demands for such a power.
During his research, he found he could separate a part of his shadow and put them into the weapons he crafts. They gave everyone a method to communicate even if they were far away. It even allowed him to actively learn what could be improved and destroyed remotely if needed. Yet he learned that he could learn of its destruction as well when he sensed his junior’s armour breaking. He rushed to Hades not minding the incomplete weapon in front of him.
“Teacher, Teacher, Junior’s armour has been destroyed.”
“What?” Hades was shocked. “Quick ask the others.” Firin only now recalls he was able to contact the others and quickly sent a short message.
“What happened, I heard the signal.”
“What?!”
“Are you sure? I just finished talking to him after his argument with Senior Terror.” replies flooded in through the shadows.
“Which direction?” Both Hades and Terror asked at the same time. Firin simply pointed in a direction which transmitted to everyone through the shadow. But when Hades started moving, Firin didn’t.
“I can’t face him like this. I must contemplate my sight.” Firin said resolutely and for the first time in many years, his sight went dark. In the darkness he saw the fate his junior had received. He knew there were always only going to be 6 students of Hades in the end, but had never thought that it would be because one of them would fall. Instead, he believed that eventually, the junior would make his own name, not being remembered as the seventh student of Hades but Teacher of Kings and Queens. Yet he had fallen and the armour Firin had made failed to protect him. Once again he felt weak, why had he not fought fate? For so long he had enjoyed this new path with peace that he forgot that the world was not peaceful. With a strong grunt, he suddenly undid the shackles his grandmother had put on Naomi's bloodlines. The last bit of balance power in his bloodline was absorbed by the force of Harmony, while the naomi power seemed to be held at bay.
He slowly pushed the power into his tail, where he started to forge. Lava appeared out of thin air and coalesced on his tail. If the temperature of the lava were to be felt from a flame, it would be a white flame through which one would be able to see the gruesome picture being formed under the lava. The flesh was slowly being stripped from the bone, while the blood was collected in the sphere. The most curious thing was it was blue, unlike the gold color that the rest of them held. The pain could only be imagined yet there was no sign of any such on Firin’s face, only a mournful smile. Each and every fiber went through a sort of tempering with the liquid, before once again being fit onto the bones, the marrows of which were now blue and not gold. The process was slow enough that it took three days.
“Born through my sorrow, you shall lead me back onto the path of the warrior. Let it be called the ‘Raging Heart’.” Firin said of the reformed tail. Then he looked up at the sky and calmly said. “Junior, you go on ahead, your senior will join you when the world shakes at the name of the 6 Crests of Hades.” His sight was restored, his heart was raging, his mind was clear, his will was ice cold, and his spirit was ready to bare its fangs. He was in harmony with his heart.
With his vision now he could even sense intent and especially concentrate around those who held ill-will towards one of those close to him. He knew that even the special few would not be able to avoid such a concentrated shadow, because he could see his grandmother moving in the direction of Hades and the others. Thus he rushed to stand in front of her, only managing to do that nearly half a day later.
“Grandmother, we meet again after so long.” Firin said with a smile. “You wouldn’t happen to be passing through and just happen to be heading in the direction of my teacher and the others,”
“I know about your sight, so you should know my intent. They must be exterminated now or the balance will be forever unbalanced. In addition, while they may be your companions, their claws are red with the blood of your family.” Versai said calmly.
“Grandmother, you say this as if the sword was not drawn by your descendents against us first. And even if it was not justified, so what? Were their or were their claws not covered in the blood of those like us. On who destiny converges.” Firin asked. Versai was lost for words because of two things. Firstly, they had indeed launched the first attack. Second but more importantly, Firin had clearly just drawn a line between her and him. He was no longer her descendent but a student of Hades.
“You have chosen a different path, that doesn’t necessarily make us enemies, Firin.” She would have continued if not for an abrupt silent roar. She tried to head towards the source of the roar but found herself attacked by a tail that appeared out of nowhere. She looked towards Firin with shock. “You unlocked the seal I put on the powers inherited from grandmother.”
“Yes, grandmother, I have taken that step that you were so afraid of. Afraid that the force of balance will consume you once you unlock it. It's not just that I have made a weapon of it.” Firin smirked and sent forth a barrage of attacks into the space behind him that appeared in front of Versai. He then laughed into the sky. “You heard the roar as well. That’s my senior Terror, rebelling against the Shade. How can I, as his junior, do any less. I have understood the force of Harmony and its goal, thus don’t fear it.”
“The force of Balance is no worse.”
“A force attaches itself to a dragon and forces that dragon and its descendants to act out its bidding. If any go against it, they are hunted. Grandmother, does that sound like the Shade or the Balance? Tell me?”
“What causes Harmony to be any different?”
“Harmony doesn’t wish for all beings to be in harmony, it only wishes that one be in harmony with their heart. Balance shackles you and those of your descent to the path of a warrior.”
“Being a warrior for balance is a great honor that you once earned. You are a warrior today as well, are you not?”
“Indeed, but that is only because my heart has been set aflame today. Tomorrow, I shall once more be a weaponsmith. My descendants can choose to be whoever they like. In the claws of a scholar, harmony shall become a pen and parchment. For a king, it will be his throne and crown. For a hero, it shall be the bane of all evil. In the mind of a villain, it shall be poison that quenches his thirst for power.” Then there was another roar, this time from the gathering. Firin just smiled at his grandmother, he had accomplished his goal of delaying her. “And grandmother, you are right just because we walk different paths, doesn’t make us enemies. But the very nature of balance is flitting, don't make me ensure that is the case.”
With a final warning, Firin left, leaving behind a dazed Versai. In the coming days, he would once more become Firin, the warrior before finally establishing the creative crest. He picked up the hammer, but that doesn’t mean he put down the blade.
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