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miscellaneous_sectionChapter Title: The Gift of Invulnerability
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Lexor, Galadria
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 515
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: "He held on to his power staff as the hits kept coming; harder, harsher than the last. He felt tears coming out."
‘For the love god, make it stop!’
A fight breaks out at the base of Iron Mountain between the newly enchanted knights. Lexor wants nothing to do with it, but he has no choice on the matter. Locked in a one-sided match against Galadria, a voice enters his mind to offer him the key to protect himself from physical harm.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery
Based on the opening scene of issue two, "The Balance of Power".
Fighting! Fighting! Is it all these people know?
Ever since Lexor’s journey to the mysterious Iron Mountain and the trials within, he has seen nothing but madness coming from them time and time again. At the base of said mountain this was no exception to him.
A skirmish broke out between the two sides; stranger against stranger. But the lines of war were arbitrarily drawn long before this.
But how did it all start one might ask?
Reekon tried to steal Witterquick’s power staff, but his little idea backfired on him and it only escalated from there.
‘If I ever get my hands on Reekon, I would strangle him for causing this mess,’ Lexor contemplated.
But who cares?
Lexor didn’t want anything to do with Darkstorm’s petty fights against Leoric, but here he is locked in a one-sided match with Galadria. He was nothing more than a trash can to not just her but to everyone else as well, taking all their frustrations out on him. All because he was nearby and not someone else.
Galadria continued to pummel him with her wooden staff. Lexor shook as he pleaded, “L-leave me alone!”
“Not until you surrender!” she demanded, continuing her attack.
Lexor could do nothing but take it. His weapon, a double-hooked brass knuckle, was pathetic and unusable for most battles. His animal totem, the armadillo, was only good for two things; digging a burrow to hide, and curling up into a ball only to get kicked around. His power staff was the only thing left that could save him. The spell called Invulnerability, but he had no clue how to activate it
‘Why did I even join Darkstorm’s terrible ranks in the first place? It was a horrible choice along with becoming a knight!’
He held on to his power staff as the hits kept coming; harder, harsher than the last. He felt tears coming out.
‘For the love god, make it stop!’
But then a familiar voice entered his mind and it whispered the words to him. It was a rhyming couplet, and Lexor couldn’t help but repeat the verses in a strong voice.
“The arrows turn, the swords rebel;
May nothing pierce this mortal shell!”
And from the last sentence, a spark was ignited and Galadria’s staff snapped in two.
“What the-?!” she exclaimed, bewildered.
Lexor was left stunned as much as her, but was unharmed by the final blow. He looked to his hands, and saw he was engulf in green flames. It was flickering, snapping like a freshly lit campfire, but it only felt warm as it protected him.
A short moment passed, and it finally dawned on him. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Then it grew into a roaring laughter as he straighten himself up.
With power staff in hand, he took a swing at her and missed.
Again. And again. He missed, but it didn’t matter to him.
‘Is this what being invulnerable feels like? Where no one can lay a hand on you?’ he thought, as he continued his assault against Galadria, ‘Now this changes everything!’
