>>6344545<span class="mu-s">How insulting. Your new thinking habit is greatly marred if you believe we would be hindered by the Interloper.</span>
Yea, well, Ansàrra already beat them every time they showed up or tried to incarnate. This time they have her, so it’s a given they came farther than ever.
Celaeno’s ghostly fingers trace an arc in the air and something dark appears to fall on Willow’s lap.
It is a sword.
Its hilt and guard and pommel are of the finest silver, but the blade is—it’s like it was forged from night, coloured stars and cloudy swirls going off through it. Willow picks it up, takes a swing. It weighs like nothing.
“Cute. And this helps how?”
<span class="mu-s">Strike with it. Rescind the hooks of the Interloper. Take what is yours and bind it to yourself.</span>
Willow winces. The idea of striking Argia with this thing does not sound that great.
“What if it’s just a trick?”
<span class="mu-s">It would be the first. You will get what you desire. What is a miserable soul before regaining our Beloved? And making our world a garden once more.</span>
Goddamnit. So far they have kept their word. As fucked-up as they are…
“Whatever. I’ll try it out later and I expect a full-on training montage, or the deal is bust. I’m taking her back with me or nothing.”
<span class="mu-s">As you wish.</span> Celaeno dismisses her, or perhaps dismisses herself, and disappears.
Willow remains alone, with her regrets biting inside her stomach and her new sword and a vision of the door between worlds opening again—and she would bring Argia there.
It would take time for her to get used to Earth, but they would be together.And over the years—
Argia might even learn to forgive her.
Willow shrugs.
At this point, whatever.
What matters is that she will be safe, away from this world of Goddesses and demons and whatever the fuck came out of her womb.
She shudders in the dark air.
Let it all get fucked.
The wind picks up—it carries a rotten, too-sweet smell.
Willow grimaces, but she does not relent.
Tomorrow dawns in darkness.
And after that…
“Home,” she whispers.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s"> # # # # # # SILVER KNIGHT QUEST # # # # # # </span></span>
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-s"> # # # # # # END OF THREAD 7 # # # # # # </span></span>
