He gasped to life, gripping at his clothes. The boy surveyed his surroundings, now holding on to his rapidly beating chest.
His surroundings were unlike those he had seen before. The walls seemed ever so close to him as if he could reach out to touch them, but any attempt he made to reach out made the walls recede further away from him. Across the walls marched colourful, beaming, gold, violet, and crimson lights that twist and turn around bright star-like dots scattered across the walls and ceiling. After a few long minutes of careful observation, he realized that the ground he was sitting on top of descended further than he could perceive. This vast void shared the same lights and stars that surrounded him, but these lights didn't travel far down as if they feared the great beyond. Daring not to travel further than a few metres, the lights trembling and the stars fleeing, the colourful phenomenon danced their way back to 'safety'. Shocked, he bounced to his feet. His feet held steady. Despite the long drop beneath him, he didn't fall.
He noticed his clothing. A raven-black military uniform, decorated with gold medals and vibrant decorations. Hands covered with ebony gloves armed with steel knuckle plates, feet warmed by glossy boots with coiling laces ending in gold tips and his sparkling diamond earrings that took the form of two miniature swords dangling from his ears. At his hip, an empty sheath lay. He moved to examine his sheath before a blinding light boomed from behind him. He slowly spun. His gaze shifted from his hip to a towering giant knight that floated before him. The gigantic knight, five or six times the size of him, was clad in a well-polished suit of snow-white armour. Intricate silver detailing accompanied each section of his armour, which was outshone by a ferociously blood-red plume that escaped from atop the warrior's head. The warrior had an aura about him, that prevented the boy from enquiring about his situation which allowed the knight to speak uninterrupted.
"You may wish for an explanation to this situation you have found yourself in, but ask another time as I have only so much time," boomed the knight's voice. "A force, more powerful than anything you've faced or will ever face is brewing. You, do you know what I am?" The knight quietened. Feeling its intense gaze and being pushed to answer by the goosebumps all over his body, he responded.
"Yeah, you're an Eidolon," responded the boy hastily. "The spirits born from the destruction of The Crystal in Himmel, and the medium for our powers and weapons."
"Then you know what being my champion means, surely?" It boomed back.
"You will be my medium," spoke the boy "My sword, my power and the instrument that allows me to wield my inner spirit."
The knight quietly observed the boy, its once intimidating gaze lightened in intensity. Slowly pushing out its hand, the lights that decorated the walls froze and then were pulled towards the goliath. They merged together, the vibrant lights lost their colour into the surroundings which then faded into nonexistence. The lights first formed a handle, decorated with a comfortable black cloth, a gold lion's head charm dangling from the bottom. They then formed the hilt. Silver. Simple. Finally, the blade was formed. A silver blade, similar to the metal created from the hilt but the blade had a streak of black material piercing through the middle along the blade on both sides. Words in a tongue foreign to the boy were engraved into the black material. Once the blade was fully formed a golden aura exploded outwards and then was quickly absorbed.
The boy watched on, amazed by the display being put on before him. Before the boy could get too comfortable, the knight spoke once more.
"Licht, born to the Ritter family," it spoke in a softer voice than before, "You are now my champion or more appropriately my partner. I, Gladiolus, have granted you my blessing, now it is up to you." Gladiolus closed his hand with a thunderous clap, causing the sword to fly towards Licht. With immense speed, the blade flew towards Licht and with no time to move, the blade skewered Licht's chest. However blood did not seep from his chest, instead only a yellow liquid poured out. Licht felt his vision fade as he stumbled in shock at what had happened. "Now return, it is up to you to obtain your Schwerter and for you to quell the raging tides of fate that draw ever near. I will return once you have obtained your sword."
Licht tried to respond but found he did not have the energy to respond. My chest. He thought. What the hell was that? Why did he do that? Is that really the process of obtaining an Eidolon? Questions swirled through his head at a dizzying rate, left unanswered as his vision fades completely into darkness as his body collapses. Silence encompassed Licht, but not before hearing Gladiolus speak a final time.
"My partner, awaken! Wake up! Wake up!"
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FantasiThe Damonen that had ravaged the world have strengthened in number and power as an unknown group strives to a mysterious goal that may lead to the destruction of the world as the inhabitants know it. Samuel Richter and his comrades strive to foil th...
