Robincina week, day 7, Free day, The Last Grimeal
So quick little side note, this was based on the Blizzard short called the Last Bastion.
Word count is 1250
Walking through the forest, one brave explorer was tracking through a lost battle ground, as the birds were singing.
There were rumors of a long lost and reactivated Grimeal unit wandering there, who was a devastating force in the Ancient Dragon Wars.
The unit that was reactivated was a rumored to be the Avatar, a being made of magic that would lead the Grimeal forces against the Exalted forces, and would devastate them.
Then the Avatar suddenly disappeared, without there any knowledge of what happened, and its disappearance caused the defeat of the Grimeal.
While the Grimeal were no longer a threat, there was a sort of fascination with something that could’ve destroyed the world, and she needed to find it.
Continuing to walk through the forest, she stopped at a creek to refill her water, when there was a sudden crack.
Freezing where she was, she sat there waiting, for who knew what else could be lost in this forest.
Followed with a sudden rustling, something came into her line of sight on the other side of the creek.
It was humanlike, with some draconic wings attached to its back. Standing near its feet, a seemingly stray dog was walking with it, and healthy to boot.
Observing it more closely, she saw that it had more masculine features to it, which was unsurprising considering that at the time period that it would be strange for a powerful figure to be female if it didn’t have to do with giving life
It observed her, tilting its head in curiosity, as the dog at its feet started to bark, feeling a form of hostility and anxiety from her.
Sitting down, she dug out her reference notes of witness accounts of the Avatar, with references from current and past witnesses to the being.
Most of witness accounts from the past had shown the male like traits, but varying from Grimeal and Exalted accounts, the Avatar would be either demonic in drawing or more angelic. And then recent accounts stated a simpler design, of a giant being with wings.
Drawing a quick sketch of what she saw, the dog ran across the creek, grabbed the note book, and ran back to him, as if to keep info of it from gathering.
“Hey!” she called out, running through the water to grab it back.
He picked up the notebook, seemingly wondering what the book was bound it. It’s plastic by the way. She stopped for a moment, fascinated at the reaction he was having, completely forgetting that her book was taken.
Then he wandered off.
Getting out of her stupor, she chased after them, trying to get back all the work that she had spent years, even her family, to collect.
Eventually seeing him walking into a cave, she stopped where she was and moved to the side of the mouth.
Glancing in, there were rows of fires that were lit; guiding back to what was nearly about twelve feet. She was fascinated with all the artifacts that he had collected, very much a treasure trove of current and ancient alike.
As fascination took to her again, she stepped on a large stick there, making it crack.
This wasn’t a dues ex, as when they walked into the cave, both he and the dog and walked over several of them, intentionally left to alert them of intruders.
They both quickly turned around, as the dog started to bark.
A spell was fired that kept her from moving, as they both approached her, the dog growling by her feet.
Bracing for death, she shut her eyes and waited, not feeling anything coming.
Seeing how nothing was happening, she opened her eyes, and found that he had also closed its eyes, as if mimicking her.
He seemed to wonder what it was supposed to do, and eventually opened his eyes, looking at her more in depth.
“Is this the first time someone has actually followed you?” she asked, even though she didn’t know if he could talk back.
Staring at her face, he looked like it was trying to figure out what she had said, as if she tried to cast a spell.
Looking down at the dog, he gestured that it was alright to go back now, and as in trying to move her, he tried to pick her up by her breasts.
She blushed scarlet, but seeing how confused at why he couldn’t pick her up, she wondered if he had forgotten completely about human anatomy.
Cause, if you could pick up someone by the head, why not her boobs.
And the longer you’ve been away from humans, the more it makes sense.
Eventually figuring out a little, he put its arms under her armpits, but still grasped tightly to her breast, as if to ensure a tight grip.
There was no way this could be real.
Putting her down about nine feet into the cave, he set her down on her side, and seemed to move an imposing gate made of wood up around the seven foot mark.
Looking at her and undoing whatever spell he casted on her, he looked in total fascination.
Taking her chance to look around as well, one thing that caught her eye was a sword, with no rust on it, but the marks of battle certainly showing.
That wasn’t what fascinated her though, it was the fact that it was the Falcion, the legendary lost blade of the Exalted.
Forget her notes, if she could bring this back, that would be a whole different story.
Putting it in her hands, she felt the magic that once glowed strongly in it, now nothing more than an ember, and tried to swing it around.
She was being careless, and felt it, as the front end of the body hit her host in the face, causing him to stumble.
Falling down, there was a small scratch on his face, as the dog started to bark and tug on her pant leg, trying to defend its protector.
But what startled her the most was that the scratch had disappeared, and whatever mark it had gone.
There was only one recorded being in the entire Ancient Dragon War that had the ability to heal themselves like that, and it was the Avatar.
Dropping the Falcion, she stood there in shock, as the Avatar looked at her in concern, wondering what she was freaking out about.
Seeing how her emotions were starting to be unstable, he called his dog back, and hid it behind him, turning his back to her.
That only prompted her to run up from behind, embrace him, and kissed him on the cheek.
The dog still growled at her, but suddenly stopped.
Looking at the Avatar’s face, she saw that his eyes had lost their depth, and the dog was starting to whine, licking the Avatar’s face.
Eventually, the eyes regained their depth, as he started to float, glowing a light shade of purple.
Turning around, the Avatar started to scan her, before sitting down, as the dog sat in his lap again.
“There now, Morgan, it’s okay,” a voice came from him, as clothes that she had found to attractive on men started to solidify around him, and the dog, wiggling in closer to him.
Looking at her, the Avatar picked up Morgan, and walked toward her, seemingly unaware of all the effects his actions were taking.
“I’m Robin, is there a way I can help you, Lucina?”