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kh_drabbleTitle: True Neutral
Challenge: [255] Tabula Rasa
Word Count: 459
Notes: I think this is my first time doing a piece like this, but I might try it more often; vague sentience is strangely fun to toy with. The title was originally "Influence," but then I got caught up in various unrelated alliance charts and liked this one better.
At its very base, its nature was blank: open; adaptive; true neutral. It was a tool, meant to find its wielder and then to be shaped and used for a cause - any cause.
They gave it quirks, a personality, calling it strong and faithful and choosy.
In reality, it was they who chose to come to it. Their hearts called, following paths of dim light and colorful glass floors, and it followed, waiting at the top for those strong enough to make it, those it deemed able to wield it. Their desires tempered and shaped its strength, drawn from staff and sword and shield in unequal measures. Their character gave it form, and oh, the forms it took: forged in bronze and iron and stone and flesh; colored in black and purple and gold and grey and blue; decorated with stars and eyes and gears and wings, entirely unique to anyone who could call it.
It held will enough to find the hearts most befitting to wield it, but, once summoned, took on the will of its wielder. It stole hearts, and tore them asunder, and mended them. It struck down guilty and innocent, human and monster alike, protecting and annihilating enemies and loved ones and unlucky passers-by. It destroyed worlds, and saved them.
And then it fell silent for years on end, waiting and vaguely wondering who would be the next to call, or if it would ever be called again.
It was a very long time until it felt the call again, the tug of a heart with the strength to wield it, and it followed. The boy had a strong, simple heart, with strong, simple desires, and he gave it a strong, simple form: silver and yellow, with a touch of royalty at either end.
That was the first shape he gave it, but it was by no means the last, for the boy's heart was also open, and that in turn affected its structure. He gave it a wide variety of components: flowers and flutes; candy and crabs; trinkets from this world and that; bits and pieces representing the growing number of people and places he welcomed into his heart. Function followed form and form followed sentiment, for every shape it took meant something to him. This form was a gift from a friend; this one stood as remembrance of another; this one marked a promise to a third.
The more it became a canvas for the bonds he held in his heart, the more it realized that, along with friends new and old, he had welcomed it into his heart as well.
At its very base, its nature was blank: open; adaptive; true neutral.
With him, it began to believe that it could be more.
Challenge: [255] Tabula Rasa
Word Count: 459
Notes: I think this is my first time doing a piece like this, but I might try it more often; vague sentience is strangely fun to toy with. The title was originally "Influence," but then I got caught up in various unrelated alliance charts and liked this one better.
At its very base, its nature was blank: open; adaptive; true neutral. It was a tool, meant to find its wielder and then to be shaped and used for a cause - any cause.
They gave it quirks, a personality, calling it strong and faithful and choosy.
In reality, it was they who chose to come to it. Their hearts called, following paths of dim light and colorful glass floors, and it followed, waiting at the top for those strong enough to make it, those it deemed able to wield it. Their desires tempered and shaped its strength, drawn from staff and sword and shield in unequal measures. Their character gave it form, and oh, the forms it took: forged in bronze and iron and stone and flesh; colored in black and purple and gold and grey and blue; decorated with stars and eyes and gears and wings, entirely unique to anyone who could call it.
It held will enough to find the hearts most befitting to wield it, but, once summoned, took on the will of its wielder. It stole hearts, and tore them asunder, and mended them. It struck down guilty and innocent, human and monster alike, protecting and annihilating enemies and loved ones and unlucky passers-by. It destroyed worlds, and saved them.
And then it fell silent for years on end, waiting and vaguely wondering who would be the next to call, or if it would ever be called again.
It was a very long time until it felt the call again, the tug of a heart with the strength to wield it, and it followed. The boy had a strong, simple heart, with strong, simple desires, and he gave it a strong, simple form: silver and yellow, with a touch of royalty at either end.
That was the first shape he gave it, but it was by no means the last, for the boy's heart was also open, and that in turn affected its structure. He gave it a wide variety of components: flowers and flutes; candy and crabs; trinkets from this world and that; bits and pieces representing the growing number of people and places he welcomed into his heart. Function followed form and form followed sentiment, for every shape it took meant something to him. This form was a gift from a friend; this one stood as remembrance of another; this one marked a promise to a third.
The more it became a canvas for the bonds he held in his heart, the more it realized that, along with friends new and old, he had welcomed it into his heart as well.
At its very base, its nature was blank: open; adaptive; true neutral.
With him, it began to believe that it could be more.
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Date: 2011-03-05 09:17 am (UTC)This was a great place to go with this prompt. Of course, I'm a sucker for stories you have to figure out as you go, as you just maybe might have noticed.
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Date: 2011-03-05 09:25 am (UTC)I'm glad you like it! And yeah, I've picked up on that just a bit.
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Date: 2011-03-05 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-06 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-06 06:25 pm (UTC)He's certainly very busy! XDno subject
Date: 2011-03-07 02:01 am (UTC)Jesus in big yellow shoes!I'm glad you liked it!no subject
Date: 2011-03-07 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-07 11:18 pm (UTC)Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.