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Fish had perculiar mannerisms. It had never had the chance to observe them so closely. Or for so long.
Schools of them sifted around it, larger ones eating smaller ones, smaller ones flitting between one another, in an endless, meandering circle of natural cycles.
It was enough to drive one mad.
Half its blade sunk into the muck below the obscure lake, a heap of dead fish surrounded it, roasted by its hot steam. The fires of the sword flickered and occasionally wrestled with the water, translating into a curious flashing of green from the lake at night - as if green lightning arced below its star-studded surface. In the day, nothing but faint mist of heat and hissing bubbles heralded its presence.
It couldn't end like this. Shouldn't. A fate worse than death, observing a black bottom of meaningless movement. Oblivion was almost preferable to this incessant observation. Sometimes, the water was clear enough for it to almost see the stars and moons above, or to feel the shine of the sun's rays on its steel blade.
One day, however, something did disturb the surface. Something larger than a pike, even.
The blade dared not hope for release.
Feyrith
Schools of them sifted around it, larger ones eating smaller ones, smaller ones flitting between one another, in an endless, meandering circle of natural cycles.
It was enough to drive one mad.
Half its blade sunk into the muck below the obscure lake, a heap of dead fish surrounded it, roasted by its hot steam. The fires of the sword flickered and occasionally wrestled with the water, translating into a curious flashing of green from the lake at night - as if green lightning arced below its star-studded surface. In the day, nothing but faint mist of heat and hissing bubbles heralded its presence.
It couldn't end like this. Shouldn't. A fate worse than death, observing a black bottom of meaningless movement. Oblivion was almost preferable to this incessant observation. Sometimes, the water was clear enough for it to almost see the stars and moons above, or to feel the shine of the sun's rays on its steel blade.
One day, however, something did disturb the surface. Something larger than a pike, even.
The blade dared not hope for release.
Feyrith