Awakening your innate magic usually happens in the most dire of circumstances, and that's exactly what Dannis Martell experienced as he found himself trapped when tragedy struck.
The story of a swordsman trying to make his way through life, alongsid...
"So you're a summoner now?" Gildarts questioned as he eyed the inky black creatures standing in the backyard of Dannis' home. There were no more than twelve of them, their bodies pure black with white dots for eyes. They were all human-shaped, some clearly male and others female, most likely taking the form of their previous bodies. "Just what are they exactly?"
"I call them Wraiths," Dannis said. "And they're not summons, exactly. These are the souls of the villagers that died in Grilthos' attack. They helped me out a bit during the fight, with most finally going to the afterlife after we were done. These are the ones that chose to stay, I guess."
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Gildarts whistled, impressed. "It's one hell of a spell. You're basically a walking, talking one-man army, eh?"
Dannis shrugged. "I'm not there yet, and I definitely won't start looking for wandering spirits and force them to join up. While they aren't all that powerful individually, they're virtually unkillable as long as I'm constantly keeping them up with my curse power."
"So is this all you can do with your curse power? What is it called anyway? Like a soul curse?" Mirajane piped from her position, sitting on the steps to the patio.
"Well, not exactly. It's a form of black magic, similar to Bickslow's Seith Magic. The difference is that Bickslow's magic allows him to control souls bound to objects, like his dolls. My soul curse utilizes living souls as weapons. They retain their abilities and can act independently to some extent, but they need my curse power to stay active." Dannis' lip twitched to a half smile. "Wanna see what they can do?" He challenged.
"You're on!" Mirajane grinned. Gildarts stepped back to give them both space.
Dannis went quiet as he focused on the spirits. Gildarts noted how synchronized their movements were, their forms shifting slightly as they followed Dannis' silent commands.
Made of pure darkness as they were, Gildarts saw how they seemed to blend into the shadows. If they were fighting in the night, even he would struggle to see them. They would be very useful for missions that require stealth.
