Destiny No More

Chapter 87

Ozpin held the blade before him, hilt in his right hand as his left ran down the blade much as he'd been doing for the last fifteen minutes. Pyrrha had sat down after the first five had passed in which her questions went unanswered. It was difficult to tell whether the Headmaster was worried or not by what she had brought him, but he certainly seemed intrigued. The green glow emanating from his hands made it clear he was doing more than simply looking at the blade however, and, knowing just how strenuous Magic could be, she had elected to save her question until after he was done.

"It's quite intriguing." Ozpin said suddenly. "I haven't seen something like this since before the Gods left." He set the blade down almost gently, as if the ice hadn't only a few minutes ago been matching blow for blow against Dust treated steel.

"I thought that the Schnee Semblance allowed them to summon and make things?" Pyrrha asked, recalling the short explanation she had once received from Weiss and her own observations fighting beside Winter. "Is this really all that different?"

"I've encountered a few Semblances that can achieve similar feats." The Headmaster nodded, taking his seat with a heavy sigh, rather than one of stress or frustration however, Pyrrha thought it felt more like exhaustion. "This is different, it is structured the same as metal, on a molecular level, and yet it is not. It has all of the properties of metal, and yet it is made out of water, and yet it does not melt or even chip when faced with a real weapon. You summoned it almost instantly, and with no true idea of how you managed it." The Headmaster smiled. "That is what makes this so different. Any one of those could be a Semblance, or at least achieved by the use of Dust, and yet you did so without it. Recount the details to me again."

Pyrrha sighed internally, she'd already told the story to him twice now, but she did as asked. By the time she had finished, giving an extra focus to what had led up to the moment she summoned the blade, the Headmaster's face wore a rare look of excitement.

"Intent based, you desired a weapon with which Mr. Arc could protect himself, one stronger than steel and yet lighter." The Headmaster nodded, seemingly happy with the conclusion he had finally come to. "You created a Magical Construct."

Pyrrha waited for something more, anything that would actually explain what that meant, when he didn't go on she nearly fell out of her chair. "What is a Magical Construct?"

He almost seemed surprised that she didn't understand. "Exactly what it sounds like, something constructed from Magic." The Headmaster must have noticed her less than impressed expression, because he chuckled softly before continuing on. "Something built from Magic is not bound by the laws of our physical world. You created what should have been a new metal, one that may have been discovered in a lab in due time, but rather it is now made out of ice because that is simply the element your mind chose in the moment." Ozpin hummed softly. "Or perhaps you associated it with him in some way... The subconscious is a difficult thing to understand, but the results speak for themselves."

"But..." Pyrrha shook her head softly, focusing on how she had done it rather than why it had been made from ice; a fact that honestly seemed unimportant given the feat she had accomplished. "I thought you said that Magic couldn't be controlled by emotion?"

"I said that it shouldn't." Ozpin corrected, leaning down to a drawer on his desk before drawing out a mug that he set beside his own and a thermos. "That you managed to summon a sword instead of an arctic blast that both killed you and plummeted Vale into an ice age is a mix of luck, inexperience, and a side effect of your personality."

Pyrrha paled, that had really been a possibility? She knew Magic was powerful and dangerous but... to be able to destroy an entire Kingdom? Surely he was exaggerating.