sword of light and shadow

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Kaladesh Masterpiece Inventions - pt. 2

Sword of Feast and Famine - Steven Belledin

Sword of Light and Shadow - Matt Stewart

Lotus Petal - Slawomir Maniak

Painter’s Servant - Magali Villeneuve

Sol Ring - Volkan Baga


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pt 1

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TYPE: Ghost Shell Recording

DESCRIPTION: Conversation

LOCATION: Tower

PARTIES: 2 (Guardian-type)

//RECORDING UNAVAILABLE//

//TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS//

[Eris Morn] I do not blame you, Shaxx. I never blamed you.

[Lord Shaxx] I ought to have done more.

[Eris Morn] No. Less, maybe. Perhaps if we had done less. Hated less…desired less.

[Lord Shaxx] How many dead? Thousands. I should have made Zavala listen.

[Eris Morn] Enough. It was our choice to follow her. My choice. Wei’s fall consumed her - just as her death consumed me. There is always a cycle. Wei Ning, dead upon Crota’s blade - that was what broke Eriana, you know; just as her death broke me. And Crota himself - shattered upon his own sword. 

[Lord Shaxx] All light casts a shadow.

[Eris Morn] Nothing has ever lived that cannot die.

[silence]

[Lord Shaxx] That is…the sword logic?

[Eris Morn] It is truth.

[Lord Shaxx] Toland’s truth.

[Eris Morn] His? No. The Universe’s.

[quiet laughter]

[silence]

[silence]

[Eris Morn] They are a nice metaphor, you know. Your swords.

[Lord Shaxx] Are they?

[Eris Morn] Mm. Re-forged in Light, as are we all. And born of something Dark. Given new purpose.

[silence]

[Lord Shaxx] I want nothing of Toland’s truth.

[Eris Morn] Want has very little to do with it. 

[Lord Shaxx] I shall will it, then: we will be the species to prove the adage wrong. The Collapse did not extinguish us; nor will the Hive; nor the Vex, nor the crawling Dark itself. We have been tempered, strengthened. We are the blades, Eris. We shall inscribe our will upon reality in all its facets. We shall become the very definition of Light, and nothing will dull our brilliance.

[silence]

[Eris Morn] Ah, my friend. Now you’re starting to understand.

this was my submission to the fanfiction contest at destielcon 

You are devastated that he cares. All of your life you’ve moved before true attachment could set in, but you can never move farther than he can reach. There is a power and a sway he holds over your heart that terrifies you. Loving you breaks people. It always has, and it always will. 

You broke an angel. You broke. An angel.

These words play in your mind on repeat as the sky lights up in streaks of fire. Just a normal meteor shower this time. This time. Another time it could be something else. Something terrifying and beautiful. Like him. The fury that pulls swords out of air and casts light of its own just to make shadows worthy of itself. He is every bolt of lightning that has struck ground and ever will into the future until the Earth breaks in half. 

Human vocal chords trying to translate the Will of Heaven have been grated down so roughly. No other angel has done this to a vessel. You wonder in your idle hours if there has always been something irrevocably more to Castiel. Maybe he was chosen by God much in the same way you and Sam were. Maybe not. Maybe he really is just the mandatory exception to the rule, a spanner in the works. Broken, just like you. Maybe God really couldn’t destroy this woeful little rock after all. If monkeys alone couldn’t save it, then send a bird made of your power and might. Send a soldier clothed as an infant. Something no one would suspect. Until they had to.

You are devastated that he cares because it means there is something about you worth caring for beyond the obligation of family. Beyond the cotton of a bed. Beyond the blood on your hands as they save lives. A creature beyond being that has lived almost as long as the universe has looked at the blink of your existence and allowed it to slow him down. 

He has been redefined by your care. He has even been renamed. You’ve read that the naming of angels is only done by the voice of God Himself. It’s blasphemy to accept another name. You’ve also read that angels only have names once they contact humans. They’re given names by God’s most treasured little sparks.

You think Castiel got his name on the edge of a sword. Glowing wisps of smoke formed letters long enough to be read before dissipating. A command in the light that has carried your friend for millions of years. Then he started caring and stopped being carried.

You are devastated that he cares, because in love there is responsibility and debt, and you can still barely imagine the scope of what your love has done. It has destroyed since as far back as you could remember. You don’t know if you could bear for it to create something, just this once.

Seven of Swords. Three of Wands. Six of Wands.

The shadows of doubt creek out from the corners of your mind. Already laying their snares. Sharpening their arrows. Posed to attack. Waiting to destroy your dreams.

Never lose sight of the sun. It illuminates your horizon, and with every golden ray of light, it brings truth. Harness the light. Believe in yourself. Know that you are not alone. You have the ability to make your dreams into your reality. Chase doubt far away. Go forward with confidence.