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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: An Unlocked Soul
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Chapter Title: An Unlocked Soul
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Lexor, Virulina
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 820
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: Lexor wonders around the market-square searching for a weapon-smith to replace his double hook, but he didn't expect to run into Virulina and being honest with her for once.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery
The market square was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, sun-dried meat and cut fruits from the vendors. The streets and alleyways were packed with people haggling and bargaining for lower prices. Lexor, on the other hand, could barely enjoy the sights as he squirmed his way through.
'Of all the places to stop, it had to be a rat-packed settlement in the middle of no where!'
He had left Castle Darkstorm a couple of days ago for the journey back to his little kingdom. He always hated traveling on these roads alone. A petty thief could jump out and rob you at knife point, or he’ll just out right murder you for your belongings. A chill shot through his back at the mere thought of it.
‘Just remember what you’ve came for, and you’ll be out of here in no time,’ he reassured himself. He glanced at the dull bronze double-hook hanging on his hip. He couldn't help but sigh. ‘I want this thing out of my life already.’
As he traversed through the colorful market, he saw a familiar face in the crowd. A young lady with long black hair that shone violet under the three suns of Prysmos. Lexor quicken his pace, hoping she didn't see him.
"Why do I get the feeling she did?"
As she navigated her way around town, she turned to see the red headed coward carefully passing by. She immediately followed. Pushing a few people out of her way, paying no mind to their curses and complaints.
“Lexor, the hell are you doing here?” Virulina questioned.
The young knight jumped when he heard her, turning to meet her deathly glare. “Who? Me?” mumbled Lexor, rubbing the back of his head. “I was just stopping here to rest for awhile, and thought the market would be nice to visit. Plus, I needed to restock my supplies for the road ahead.”
Her eyes looked him down, hand resting on her hip, simmering in his explanation. “Lexor, you pack so light that even highway thieves wouldn’t bother picking you off,” said Virulina. “What are you really here for?”
Lexor fumbled over his thoughts that even his own mouth couldn’t catch up. He let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, I wanted to see if there was a weapon-smith in town. I wanted to find something better than what I have now.”
Virulina glanced to his double-hook by his side, and then back to him. “I can see why.”
The people were bustling by, ignoring them as they walked pass. The air had become thick and heavy with the silent awkwardness of their situation. It was practically killing him!
Lexor mulled over, 'Um, should I just leave or-?'
"Lexor, follow me." She grabbed him by the hand and lead him out of the crowd.
"Wait? What?" he stammered.
"I know there’s a blacksmith that can help," she explained.
“But, I-!”
“He has connections with people of different trades. He’ll help you find who you’re looking for, or he’ll even help you out himself.”
Lexor ripped his hand out of her grip and blurted out, “Would you stop?!”
The sounds of bickering and mumbling from the townsfolk became background noise to them. Virulina was deathly quiet, surprised by him suddenly developing a backbone.
Lexor slowly breathed, in and out. He apologized, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t know what I’m doing is the right thing or not.”
She gathered herself but continued to listen. “I want a weapon to call my own, I really do. But the thing is that this hook was what my parents wanted me to carry. Ever since I was appointed the position of a knight, they decided I should use it because they thought it would make me more confrontational.”
A chuckle escaped from him. “Well, look where it got me. No where. But I worry they’re going to berate me for it if I do.”
Virulina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She asked, her tone had a hint of uncharacteristic concern. “Lexor, what is it that you want?”
Lexor brighten up a little and answered, “All I wanted was a crossbow. That’s it.”
She crossed her arms. “I can see you using something like that. It’s different, yes, but I think it’ll work out.”
A small smile formed on his lips. “You think so?”
She nodded. “Want to find the blacksmith now?”
“I suppose so,” he answered, still reluctant.
“And besides,” she added, “if your uptight parents don’t like the thought of their boy being independent, I can scrounge around for some dirt on them. I can always use some more blackmail money.”
Lexor tensed up and stuttered, “Oh, um, that won’t be necessary. I’ll figure something out.”
Virulina shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
They continued their search for the illusive town blacksmith. Lexor, on the other hand, was just glad to finally let some of his honest thoughts out.
'Of all the places to stop, it had to be a rat-packed settlement in the middle of no where!'
He had left Castle Darkstorm a couple of days ago for the journey back to his little kingdom. He always hated traveling on these roads alone. A petty thief could jump out and rob you at knife point, or he’ll just out right murder you for your belongings. A chill shot through his back at the mere thought of it.
‘Just remember what you’ve came for, and you’ll be out of here in no time,’ he reassured himself. He glanced at the dull bronze double-hook hanging on his hip. He couldn't help but sigh. ‘I want this thing out of my life already.’
As he traversed through the colorful market, he saw a familiar face in the crowd. A young lady with long black hair that shone violet under the three suns of Prysmos. Lexor quicken his pace, hoping she didn't see him.
"Why do I get the feeling she did?"
As she navigated her way around town, she turned to see the red headed coward carefully passing by. She immediately followed. Pushing a few people out of her way, paying no mind to their curses and complaints.
“Lexor, the hell are you doing here?” Virulina questioned.
The young knight jumped when he heard her, turning to meet her deathly glare. “Who? Me?” mumbled Lexor, rubbing the back of his head. “I was just stopping here to rest for awhile, and thought the market would be nice to visit. Plus, I needed to restock my supplies for the road ahead.”
Her eyes looked him down, hand resting on her hip, simmering in his explanation. “Lexor, you pack so light that even highway thieves wouldn’t bother picking you off,” said Virulina. “What are you really here for?”
Lexor fumbled over his thoughts that even his own mouth couldn’t catch up. He let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, I wanted to see if there was a weapon-smith in town. I wanted to find something better than what I have now.”
Virulina glanced to his double-hook by his side, and then back to him. “I can see why.”
The people were bustling by, ignoring them as they walked pass. The air had become thick and heavy with the silent awkwardness of their situation. It was practically killing him!
Lexor mulled over, 'Um, should I just leave or-?'
"Lexor, follow me." She grabbed him by the hand and lead him out of the crowd.
"Wait? What?" he stammered.
"I know there’s a blacksmith that can help," she explained.
“But, I-!”
“He has connections with people of different trades. He’ll help you find who you’re looking for, or he’ll even help you out himself.”
Lexor ripped his hand out of her grip and blurted out, “Would you stop?!”
The sounds of bickering and mumbling from the townsfolk became background noise to them. Virulina was deathly quiet, surprised by him suddenly developing a backbone.
Lexor slowly breathed, in and out. He apologized, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I don’t know what I’m doing is the right thing or not.”
She gathered herself but continued to listen. “I want a weapon to call my own, I really do. But the thing is that this hook was what my parents wanted me to carry. Ever since I was appointed the position of a knight, they decided I should use it because they thought it would make me more confrontational.”
A chuckle escaped from him. “Well, look where it got me. No where. But I worry they’re going to berate me for it if I do.”
Virulina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She asked, her tone had a hint of uncharacteristic concern. “Lexor, what is it that you want?”
Lexor brighten up a little and answered, “All I wanted was a crossbow. That’s it.”
She crossed her arms. “I can see you using something like that. It’s different, yes, but I think it’ll work out.”
A small smile formed on his lips. “You think so?”
She nodded. “Want to find the blacksmith now?”
“I suppose so,” he answered, still reluctant.
“And besides,” she added, “if your uptight parents don’t like the thought of their boy being independent, I can scrounge around for some dirt on them. I can always use some more blackmail money.”
Lexor tensed up and stuttered, “Oh, um, that won’t be necessary. I’ll figure something out.”
Virulina shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
They continued their search for the illusive town blacksmith. Lexor, on the other hand, was just glad to finally let some of his honest thoughts out.