#childrenofmaple

hi! i have no idea when you sent in this ask, so you might be getting a response from me like five months later, idek at this point, but--

(( ha rlly sorry this is late ))

You’re supposedly... my future child. I don’t know how to feel about this, but I might as well talk to you while I can.

Are you living a happy life? Eating healthy? Did you get my blue eyes? Are you reading your books? Lord I hope Hawkeye doesn’t influence you.

What name did I give you? I would hope it’s a beautiful name that would match your personality.

『  ⚚  』 The telltale rumblings of an approaching airship drew Evan from the comfortable interior of his home to investigate. Recognising the decor of the ship’s exterior, the mage swiftly ducked back into his home, racing towards his room to retrieve a small box before he hurried back outside, nearly tripping over his two feet in his haste.

       “Mir!” the second generation hero called, regaining his equilibrium to brace himself against the winds. The onyx dragon quickly approached in response, raising his head to look between the human and the ship.

       “Is it them, Master?” Mir’s gaze shifted to the object in Evan’s hands. “We’ve been holding the spell for a while. I don’t know if it’s still in effect.”

       “The longest, actually,” the former farmer mused, rapidly blinking away the strands of hair whipping into his eyes as he awaited the airship’s landing; “but it should be alright. It’s time.” He was not going to mention how exhausted he was from maintaining the spell for so long, but Evan suspected he had no need to; what with the connection between himself and Mir, the onyx dragon surely had an inkling of just how tired his human Master was. Maybe Mir felt just about the same. Evan sharply inhaled, steeling himself for what was to come.

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@childrenofmaple:

The airship rocked slightly from the impact, shaking everything inside. Lucia steadied herself quickly, looking around. There was absolutely no response echoing in her head from either Ebony or Ivory. So, being the only logical thing to do at the moment–and probably the worst–she decided to go up on the deck to find out what was happening.

Once up on deck, she looked out, and saw a void-like darkness in the sands–Eclipse.

She paled slightly, but recovered and said, “If you want me so badly, why are you attacking an airship?” She then went down onto the sand, despite Velour’s protests to do otherwise.

“There you are,” hissed Eclipse as he watched the girl descend, his wicked grin catching the moonlight like the fangs of a ravenous beast. He twirled his dull rod around his fingers, calling the darkness back to him, where it condensed into three black balls orbiting around him.

“Is it not obvious?” the dark mage queried with a roll of his eyes. “I wanted to draw you out to me, and to me you have come! Now there is nowhere for you to hide and no way for you to escape.” He snickered gleefully and walked toward the girl, dark energy dancing eagerly around his heels.

But then, abruptly, he stumbled sideways, clutching his head as though he had just suffered a strike to the temple. Eclipse hastily jabbed his weapon into the sand to balance himself. He winced and shook his head distractedly.

“Enough!” snapped the dark mage, finally turning back to Lucia. His triumphant attitude was shattered, replaced by indignation. “This ends now,” he snarled, raising his rod against her. Dark magic crawled along its golden edge and leapt into the air as Eclipse gave his command.

Beryl took a few seconds to scan her database for a name called ‘Argon’.No matching String was found for ‘Argon’.

“No, I don’t believe I have heard of them before. Are you suggesting that there are other Xenoroids still out there functioning as programmed?” she asked, a hint of curiosity evident in her voice. 

“I don’t mind the ‘interrogation’.” A slight smile turned the corners of her mouth up. “My name is Argon. I’m not sure if this piece of information is helpful, but I was originally intended to be a speed-based Xenoroid.”

“Ah-- Noted.  I will keep that in mind...”  Xenon watched her expression while an aching, conflicting couple of emotions pricked at the back of his mind.  On one hand, he figured another Xenoroid meant another human who lost their memories and identity-- in his eyes, a tragedy.  On the other hand... it also meant a new life, it meant a brother or sister, and it meant he was less alone. 

“It really is nice to meet you, Argon.”