《Songs of Legacies: Cavaron [Complete Draft]》Chapter 67 - Edeortha Finale/Epilogue
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So this arc is done. Next is the final arc.
Cheers.
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Cavaron's companions, his contracts, and the present leaders of the three races: Gulfried, Esserot, and Akash came together to where Cavaron stood. Before them was Cavaron's original appearance, but had one of his eyes turn red.
"Brother, think you could do something about your heterochromia iridum?" asked Stormfell, "I have to say that I can't take you seriously when you have one red eye and one green eye."
"Purr~ but it looks good, meow~" commented Felicia, "I could get used to this, meow~"
"Really? Hadn't noticed it." said Cavaron, "Let's see."
Cavaron tore open... No. The right phrase would be, he created a ring, and pulled out a mirror from what appears to be his inventory. Seeing such an act, many asked questions about it, and Cavaron merely told them the events within his subconscious including Aisha. His companions, his contracts especially, naturally didn't know who Aisha was. All he said when they asked who she is was, "My reconciliation." Hearing so, they no longer asked any further, but some were still especially curious.
"Back to business." he said, "My eye, huh? Interesting..."
Cavaron willed the flame within his body to cover his red left eye, and thought of it becoming like his green right eye. The flame was no longer black, and became an ordinary flame of red, yellow, and orange. When he seemingly had his eye be burned by the flame, he let it recede back into his body, and his formerly red eye went back to its original green color.
Looking at his eyes on the mirror, he suddenly smiled, and brought back the flames to cover his entire body. This surprised everyone as they all took a step back having been not warned beforehand. Cavaron noticed their reaction, and even threw a flame towards Aimi who resultingly shrieked in surprise. The flames covered Aimi, but did not burn her. Instead, she felt warm, similar to being just seated nearby a fireplace.
"Haha, I can will the flames to do anything without any other side effects." said Cavaron with a laugh, "Now, I wonder if these flames could alter my appearance aside from my eye color."
As he said so, his entirety was engulfed by his flames until only his silhouette was the only thing that could be seen. A minute after, he willed the flames to recede back into his body, and what appeared was merely a differently colored Cavaron.
"The hell?" he commented, "This is just a pallette swap. I can't even grow nor recede some parts of my body?"
"Pfft... Ahahahaha!!" laughed Aimi, "You look like a half-orc or a half-goblin!"
The present Cavaron had grey hair, black eyes, green skin, red armor, and a purple cape. This made his appearance similar to what Aimi said. Dissatisfied, Cavaron willed the flames once more to cover his body, and reverted back to his original appearance, but not without testing out if the flames could ALSO change the colors of other people.
"Har har har. Let's see if this works." he said as he let his flames swallow Aimi whole. The girl in question panicked and was flailing around.
After a minute, the flames receded back, but Aimi still had the same appearance.
"Darn. I was hoping it would work." commented Cavaron, "At least I can change my colors to blend in with the environment."
"Or to fool around, Cavvy." added Tirta, "So, what will you do now?"
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Cavaron looked at the Water Elemental, "Well, I'm thinking of heading over to Ethra." he replied, "Have to get the last piece of a fragment on her body."
Cavaron drew another ring beside him, a ring big enough for a full grown human to go through. On the other side was a man looking over a female angel that was lying in bed.
"Hey, Maguro." greeted Cavaron.
The man, who was a friend of his, turned to look at the source of the greeting. Seeing Cavaron through the ring, he plastered himself on a nearby wall from shock.
"By the gods, Cavaron!" cried Maguro, "How the hell did you do that!?"
Cavaron laughed at his friend's reaction, "Haha, you'll see in a moment."
Cavaron walked through the ring he created, and arrived at Ethra's room at the city of Asora, the capital of the angels and the center of the floating continent, Palu'Angit. He looked over Ethra's still unconscious body, and brought his right palm over her chest. He felt through her body, and into her soul for the piece of his fragment that his imparted piece infected her with.
Soon, a flame left his hand, and pulled out traces of a black flame from Ethra's chest. The black flames, upon releasing Ethra, turned into the same color as Cavaron's flames.
"Woah, that was a lot." commented Cavaron, "I wonder if I can change my appearance by now."
A few moments later, as the last of the black flame merged with his flame, Ethra woke up, and found Cavaron bathed in his flames.
"Fire..." she muttered, "You succeeded..."
Cavaron raised a brow at her comment, "You know?"
Ethra looked at him in the eyes before she replied, "When I was asleep, I met 'Him' in my dreams. 'He' told me of everything that had happened."
"Do you know who 'He' is?" he asked.
Ethra shook her head, "I'm sorry, I do not know, but 'He' asked me to deliver a message to you."
"And that is?" he egged her to continue.
"'He' said, 'We will meet once you know what to do.'." she replied, "Do not ask what he meant by that, even I was puzzled by what he said. After that, 'He' faded from my sight."
"Hrm..." Cavaron became deep in thought, "Once I know what to do, huh? Well, whatever. I'll probably know when the time comes. So, how do you feel?"
"I feel oddly refreshed." answered Ethra, "What will you do now?"
Cavaron shrugged, "No idea. Guess I'll bring some folks back to their homes, first."
He stood up, and went towards the portal ring he created. On the other side, his companions and the others watched everything that had transpired. Even Maguro was standing still in shock from what he saw. Only when Ethra stood from her bed did Maguro regain his senses.
"Wait, wait, wait." Maguro stopped Ethra, "Are you sure you are well? I mean, what the hell just happened?"
"I'm fine good sir." replied Ethra, "I already know everything about what happened as I slept."
Maguro willed his mana to converge on his eyes to see if there was anything wrong with Ethra. He found nothing, and let his mana disperse. Cavaron, who was standing by the portal ring, gestured towards Ethra and Maguro to come with him. Maguro and Ethra followed Cavaron through the portal ring, and arrived in the middle of a vast wasteland.
"This place..." uttered Ethra, "So this was where you fought with your fragment."
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Cavaron looked at Gulfried and Esserot who went to Ethra's sides.
"Ethra, are you well?" asked Gulfried, "This is great. A cause for celebration!"
"Indeed." added Esserot, "Even our problems were solved as well. We must celebrate."
While the leaders were talking about celebrations, Cavaron turned towards his companions.
"So, who killed more?" asked Cavaron, "Aside from me, of course. Excluding the elementals, too."
His companions, specifically Aimi and the spirits, looked at him in wonder.
"I was serious. So, who won?" he asked again, "I will know if you were lying as we are bound by a contract."
"I got seven hundred and twenty six."
"I massacred seven hundred twenty six!"
The two sword spirits, Masamune and Muramasa, answered simultaneously. The two of them looked at each other, then ignored one another.
"Mrow~ I only got half their amount, meow..." answered Felicia, "This is so humiliating, meow~"
"Grr... I hunted three hundred thirty two." answered Felicia.
"I didn't join." answered Aquila, "I'm not really interested in a prize."
"Lovely~" said Morana as she clasped her skeletal hands, "I reached a thousand and three children"
Everybody gaped at the necromancer. Even the two swords were speechless at her amount of kills.
"This mighty king had more!" bellowed Halrimaw, "I hunted one thousand one hundred twelve!" Beast Lord Halrimaw beat his chest with pride.
Finally, everyone looked at Adelward who was next to Aimi to hear her score. Aimi tightly gripped her bow, but Adelward was oddly shaking in his armor.
"What? Was her score too low?" asked Muramasa, and Masamune shut him up with a drop kick.
Instead, a stifled laughter was heard through Adelward's helmet, "Pfft... kukukuku..."
"Mrow~ Why are you laughing, meow~?" asked Felicia, "Don't tell me she racked up a score more humiliating than mine, mrah!?"
Adelward's helmet shook left and right, "No, no." and replied to Felicia's inquiry, "It's just unbelievable. Too unbelievable. Master, how big was her mana capacity, again?"
Curious about Adelward's question, Cavaron used Mana Sight to inspect Aimi. What he saw made him smile, "Good, good. You've been training diligently." he commented, "Now we can bind your friend, Aomi, to a contract."
Hearing her name, Aomi, who was for some odd reason sleeping on Aimi's back, woke up with a "Myu? What Aomi do?"
Cavaron looked intently on the humanoid Azursa on Aimi's back, and beckoned for Halrimaw, "Oy, Beast Lord. Take care of the pact between these two. I'm feeling well and generous today."
Halrimaw's eyes lit up, and immediately approached Aimi. Aimi just stood there in wonder at what was about to happen.
"Aimi, Aomi. Once a magic array appears below me, stand on either of my sides, okay?" instructed Halrimaw, "Once you do, don't move for a few seconds. Don't worry, it's faster than a spiritual or an elemental contract."
Aimi nodded in response to Halrimaw's inquiry while Aomi just dozed off again.
Halrimaw stood a few paces away from the others, and stood on all fours. A bolt of lightning erupted from his back, and struck down on the ground below him. Suddenly, a blue magical array appeared below him which prompted Aimi to place Aomi on Halrimaw's right, and she went to Halrimaw's left. Having done so, Halrimaw dug deep into the earth, and the magical array shone brightly. He whipped his head upwards, and released a powerful howl. The magical array split into two rings of light, one around Aimi and one around Aomi. The lights grew until the intersected, and the rings merged into one. Then, with a slight flicker, the magical array disappeared.
"Done." said Halrimaw, "You may now summon Aomi anytime and anywhere as long as you have the mana to call her. You can leave her here, or bring her around with you as you travel... or once you learn how to travel between worlds... At least you now have a way to rejoin with each other if some nutjob decides to kidna— summon you to another world."
Aimi inspected herself, but found nothing different on her body. Instead, a string of information, similar to how Cavaron imparted knowledge to her when they first met, flowed into her mind, teaching her the method to summon Aomi.
"So... I can use any incantation? ANY?" asked Aimi.
Halrimaw nodded, "At the very least, make it colorful. Haha!"
Cavaron approached Adelward, "And her score is?"
Adelward straightened himself, "Two thousand and six." and answered.
"Hahahaha!" laughed Cavaron enthusiastically, "My teachings ALWAYS pay off!"
The other spirits had their spirits down, but regained their composure after a while because Cavaron was in a good mood, a seemingly rare occurrence for them. However, Cavaron faced the spirits, "Tell me what you guys want, and I'll give it to you. You all did well, after all."
And so, Cavaron received a barrage of requests from his spirits. After noting all of their desires, he returned to Aimi as he created another ring into his inventory.
"Aimi." he called out to her, "I usually give gifts to my juniors after they finished their training. Consider this as a graduation gift of sorts."
Cavaron pulled out an intricately designed longbow, and gave it to her.
"The dwarves and elves that worked together to create this gave it to me as a gift for helping them fend off an empire that was bent on destroying long-lived races." said Cavaron, "That empire was retarded, to be honest, but the ones I saved were worth it. They said that this bow grows together with its wielder, and reverts back when given to another. Since I almost never use ranged weapons, and you happen to be the first junior I had that happens to be bow user, this is the perfect gift for you."
Aimi wholeheartedly accepted Cavaron's gift, and stared at the bow with curious eyes. The bow had strange runes carved on its body, and was plated with gold, silver, and another metal that was unknown to her. Curious, she willed some of her mana to feed the bow, and once she did, the unknown metal gave off a soft blue glow.
"Is this... mithril?" asked Aimi in disbelief, "Such a fantastical material that I only ever encountered in novels and games."
"Hey, you are already living that fantasy." commented Cavaron, "You now have magic, mana, and a fantastical summon from another world."
"I guess I do." she replied.
As Aimi probed over her new gift, Cavaron pulled out another object, "And here's another one. Just think of it as a gift from me." he said as he gave her a seemingly ordinary rucksack that was tied shut by a silver thread, "It's a dimensional pack, and it allows you to store ninety nine pieces of any item you put inside."
Aimi went wide-eyed as he said so, "Is this a game!?"
"Haha, just kidding." replied Cavaron with a smile, "It only allows you to store two hundred items. It's perfect for a fledgeling like you. Hey, Maguro! Come here."
Maguro went to Cavaron as told, "Something you need?"
"You know where she lives, right?" asked Cavaron, "Let's bring her home for the time being."
Maguro blinked twice at Cavaron's statement, "Are... Do you have enough mana?" and asked.
"Yeah." replied Cavaron, "I can already freely summon the dragons without an incantation, now. Heck, I can call for and send off anybody without an incantation. Watch."
Cavaron drew another ring, another portal, next to him, and grabbed hold of something... or SOMEONE, and pulled that someone through. It was a young boy with silver hair hugging a young girl with golden hair. The two children were sleeping, and Cavaron's contracts knelt down towards the sleeping pair of children.
"Oy, wake up." Cavaron shook the two children awake. The first to awaken was the golden haired girl.
"Hn? Morning, Papa." greeted the golden haired girl, "Rata, wake up. Papa's here."
"Hn?" the silver haired boy, Rata, rubbed his eyes awake, "Where's Papa, Rati?"
Cavaron waved a hello at Rata, "Hey there."
Rata opened his eyes wide with delight, and sprang towards Cavaron, "Papa!" and hugged Cavaron tightly, while Rati just had her head rubbed by Cavaron's hand. Bronte, who was currently kneeling, had a hint of jealousy in his eyes. Cavaron noticed this, and called for Bronte, "Come here."
Having received permission, Bronte climbed up Cavaron's shoulders, and hugged his head while looking down at Rata below. Sparks of lightning erupted between them, while Rati happily let Cavaron rub her head.
Maguro and Aimi merely watched Cavaron together with three kids that were clearly more powerful than all of the people around them combined.
"Yep, you have enough mana." commented Maguro, "Or, technically, you don't need mana anymore, do you?"
"Not really, I realized that I still need mana for my other non-elemental abilities." replied Cavaron, "I'm pretty much back to full strength, plus extra. Right, then."
Cavaron put the three kids on him down as he straightened his back. By this time, the three leaders were already approaching him.
"Cavaron, would you mind staying for a while longer?" asked Ethra.
"You are our guest of honor, Sir Cavaron." added Gulfried. Esserot just nodded.
However, Cavaron shook his head and declined, "Sorry, I've stayed in this world for too long already. I never really intended to come here, but seeing as it became fruitful for me, it was worthwhile. Now, however, I must go. I also need to return her back to her home. All contracts, Dismiss."
All of his summons, the elementals and the spirits, shrugged their shoulders or waved goodbye to the others as each of them returned to their home worlds. Rata and Rati, however, since they were just pulled out by Cavaron, only returned through the portal ring he created. Rata was frowning as he passed through the portal ring promoting Cavaron to whisper something in his ear that made the young boy smile.
"Right-o! Aimi!" exclaimed Cavaron, "Time to go home! Lead the way, Maguro!"
Cavaron drew another ring, and on the other side was a familiar sight. The place he dubbed as "Hub Space" could be seen through the ring as many portals to other worlds could be seen. The first to go through was Aimi, who was carrying Aomi on her back, then Maguro, and Cavaron was the last person. However, just as Cavaron was about to leave, he turned back and willed his flame towards Ethra.
"Oh, right. I need to return this." he said, "I had it out on loan too long already."
As Ethra reached her hand out, a book fell on her palm. It was a tattered book, but had unique golden symbols etched on it.
"Byblos!" cried Ethra, "Wasn't this destroyed?"
"Yeah, but my fragment destroyed it, well... You already know." said Cavaron, "Yeah, bye then."
Cavaron then disappeared into Hub Space, and left Ethra and the others behind.
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Hmm... Got nothing else to say, actually. At least we're done with this long reconciliation arc.
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