Scorned

Fallbringer

Trivean's POV

It's been a few months since I was forced to leave. I've had some better luck, honestly, it wasn't the best situation but could be worse. A couple of my inventions got patents and were being sold throughout most of the United Fers and surrounding regions. Granted, I didn't flaunt my new wealth in the face of what had happened, I just wanted to stay hidden away from the world. Hence the location of my new apartment by the Storm Runners, and what brought me to Merchant's Row.

Merchant's Row was a small strip of the city littered with merchants of all kinds. It was to be expected from it's location next to an airport, a boat yard, and a bus and train depot. The place normally smelled of fish from the sea, but you could pick up the occasional smell of fresh baked foods or drinks from a pub or two. The sounds of people calling out their wares and deals all mottled together. Granted, I occasionally shop for fresh foods here, when they are fresh, but I was looking for something else today.

I was walking down the paved street, passed the tables and cars with their trunks opened, eyeing briefly what they were selling. Many people were dressed in what was called Tribal Techno, modern and slightly 'futuristic' clothes with a tribal look to them. Some had head bands on along with hoodies and jeans. Some had arm bands as well, with a few lights in them. Me, personally, I had on my coveted fur lined hoodie, synthetic fur to clarify, with a grey tee shirt underneath. I had on a pair of blue jeans and black sneakers, along with a grey and black loin cloth that was draped over the front and back of my pants. It had lights built in too, allowing for it to glow in the dark, a sign of some level of wealth at times.

I kept walking by the stores, keeping my hood up to protect against the chilling fall air mixing with the draft from the sea. There were a few trinkets, odds, and ends that caught my eye, but I made it a rule to only carry so much money on me at one time and frankly, some of them didn't take credit cards. I was starting to feel hopeless, and mostly figured I'd just have to order something from online, but I never did like that whole process.

I had just turned my head slightly only to catch sight of exactly what I wanted. A sword, laying right in the window of a pawn shop. It was about three feet long with a foot-long handle. The blade itself was covered in a dark brown leather sheath with the gold colored metal hilt and handle extruded out from it. The hilt was somewhat rectangular with two golden spikes from the sides of it extruded out, and two angled spikes on the top of it with the flat side aimed away from the blade. The hilt had some engravings in them that made them look like bridge trusts and a red gem in the middle. The handle was wrapped in dark red leather, and the pommel was the same material as the hilt.

I see you found the first one, said Geburtsrecht in my head. He had come and gone a few times, advising me on some decisions that gave me fortune, and sometimes saved my life. He also likes pizza apparently and was cool with the name Geb.

First of... what? I asked.

My gifts to you, for your conquest, thought Geb. After all, a blade will be needed before armor. A true defense is offense.

I can't really deny that, I thought. At some point I got used to him appearing in my head, I guess it just means I've finally lost it. Granted, I needed to have something to keep in there still anyways, other than my desires and other thoughts. I hate to say it, but he was my only friend at that moment, which terrified me to no end in the restless nights I had. Tossing and turning with anger and rage, my heart and head racing endlessly... I was chained to being docile with only a little hope.