Fate Weaver's convergence

C78 Winters story 8

"Shit- Vaughn!"

I screamed aloud as the boy flew through the air, his weight crashing down into a pile of crates and scrap along the edge of the yard. Healers rushed towards him, over a dozen mercenaries, or court mages appointed by our adversary to keep any fatal injury from befalling us.

"Kiyomi, I know you don't want to do this! But you have to stop holding back!"

Beryl weakly pressed a hand against my shoulder as she righted herself, her coils trembling as she attempted to stand. Her other hand trailed along my arm, finding its place atop my own that limply held my sword.

"We're here with you, we can hold our own. We need to split its attention up, you can't hold our hands while fighting this thing."

I looked hesitantly over my shoulder, dirt, and blood smeared over Beryl's face as she faintly smiled. She was attempting to motivate me, though I doubt the same turmoil she imagines in my mind amounts to anything near reality.

Don't smile at me like that! I know God damn well you can handle yourselves!

I looked over my mana and health reflexively, thinking of the damage I could truly do.

Health: 824.6% / 1000

Mana: 1037 / 1300

"Kiyomi, snap out of it-"

Beryl yanked me backward, a giant beak snapping at the air where my arm had just been. Beryl yelled as she raised her right hand, lightning coiling and arcing along her arm as a streak of it shot outward. Electricity crackled as it reached outward to the birdlike head of the wyvern, streaking along its head and forcing it to turn itself away on instinct.

"Creaaah-"

The wyvern bellowed before swinging its head back towards us. Swinging its head as if it were a whip, the behemoth struck us both before we could react. Beryl was sent flying just the same as Vaughn was. Her long body flew through the air and slammed into the stone walls of the arena with a loud whipping noise. Blood began pouring from her nose and mouth as she landed, healers rushing to her side just the same as Vaughn. I was thrown as well, but instead of catching the brunt of the swing, I was struck by the monster's beak. Tumbling against the ground some twenty-odd meters, I just barely caught myself as I stabbed at the ground with Wyrm's tooth.

This is the last inning! Are they really going to let us get mauled by this thing!? It's clearly afraid!

I shot a glance up at our spectators, Callum, Lorn, Avery, and Maria. Each looked down at us, anticipating the fight's end. Maria was the only one that didn't seem detached, but instead was doing her best to bear witness. Seeing my hesitation, Lorn yelled out.

"We won't be intervening here girl, either you kill this thing or there's no hope for you other than dying within these walls!"

Leaning against the railing ahead of them, continuing her speech.

"You've killed a Bulette, you've killed Giant Wolverines, for us to keep peace of mind you need to kill that Wyvern in front of us! If you don't, then it will smash that gate and roam the streets above. Then it'll be the problem of those that CAN'T fight it."

My left hand clamped down on the grip of the sword, the leather creaking as I squeezed.

Those memories, do I have to worry about opening that floodgate on accident again?

I looked at the blade, tilting the sword over in my hands until the crossguard sat in my opposite palm.

They aren't mine... but.