Chapter 884: Harp's Story - Forgiven

Chapter 884: Harp's Story - Forgiven

MEMORY FRAGMENT

Tamin Capital, Age of Humans

A harpsisword? Giaccia looked at the blue rectangle.

That was something new. Not a weapon she particularly appreciated. Artistic weapons required more than perfect mastery in two skills. In most cases she had seen, their owners didnt have them, resulting in a quick death for the person or the item.

LYRA ELAZNI has linked the realm to hers.

Giaccia took a few minutes to get acquainted with her new home. It obviously had a female touchelegant but simple. It had no wasted space, but just enough comfort to make the strictness cozy. There were no obvious flaws one could tell, confirming that the creator was skilled, apart from having an eye for detail.

The scene outside was remarkable as well. For one thing, there was a lot more water than Giaccia was used to. That was one of the things she still missed. Nearly all of her owners were rather unimaginative, constructing their realms to be fortresses of stone or wood, but in all cases, they avoided any large bodies of water. Ironic that it would be a human to provide what so many others hadnt.

Taking advantage of the linked realms, Giaccia left her items representation, venturing to the owners skill walls. In the past, this was the point she would be stopped by a few overenthusiastic echoes who made it clear she wasnt free to roam the realm as she chose. To her surprise, there wasnt a single echo to be seen. What there was, though, were a lot of creatures.

A few gave her a momentary glance, though more interested in her items structure than the nymph herself. That was good, although part of Giaccia would have wished to get some recognition.

The skill walls turned out to be in a marble building of gorgon-like architecture. Back in her time, Giaccia would have called it barbaric, but at this point, she had seen far worse. All twelve walls were covered with frames, indicating that the owner was quite proficient.

Full skills, Giaccia thought.

That said, the spellcrafting presence was severely limited, very much like her own.

Liking what you see? a voice asked behind her.

Giaccia, of course, had sensed the owner entering the realm. Yet, she hadnt expected to be addressed in her own language, be it with an extremely thick accent.

Youre an empath. Giaccia briefly glanced over her shoulder before moving to examine another skill wall. This one was music and had by far the most frames on it.

And youre clearly a veteran. The human walked up next to her.

Back in the day, Giaccia would have attacked if only to test the humans strength. The rules of the Moons forbade it. As an item, she couldnt invade a personal realm, not to mention that she was linked to it, making her subservient.

Youre the first guardian to enter my domain uninvited, the human said.

Ill get back to my shell. Giaccia started turning around, but was instantly stopped.

I didnt say it was a bad thing, just unusual.

As you said, Im a veteran. Ive seen a lot. She offered a semi-smile. I expect youve come to challenge me to an upgrade?

You really have seen a lot.

Anyone with half a mind would have figured it out, Giaccia thought. There was no other reason for an awakened to enter their realm so soon after the creation of a new weapon. These were the rare breed of people who wanted to maximize their potential from the get-go. Of course, this one was going to be disappointed, just like all the ones who had tried before.

Youre not even trying to hide your pain, the human continued. Theres layers of it, one atop the other. Thats something you have built up for a long time.

How much do you know about item guardians? Giaccia asked.

Not much, the other admitted.

Then I cant tell you.

Lyra Elazni laughed. It was a normal, cheerful laugh without pretense or spite. Thanks to her own music skills, Giaccia could see the blobs of genuine happiness within the human.

Theres no point in hiding then, Giaccia said. Youll try to do something about it, then fail and never talk to me again.

Sounds like youre talking from experience?

Since I won, I expect something from you. Lyra made her way to the guardian. Unless you wish for us to go through this again.

Just say it. There was no point in even trying.

I want you to let me peel the pain away, the woman said, to Giaccias surprise. It wont be fast and it wont be pleasant, but I can do it.

Youre so confident in your skills?

Definitely.

The harpsisword guardian thought for a few moments.

Why? My efficiency wont increase. It might even fall if I become calmer. Why go through it?

Because Im selfish. My skills let me constantly see the pain of others and I dont want to, especially in my own domain. Once I invite someone here, I make sure to remove it, no matter what. She petted the flutterblade on her shoulder. Especially when dealing with things I like.

From that point on, the long process of healing began. At times, the experience was so painful that one could barely call it healing, but since Giaccia had given her word, she gritted her teeth through it. Finally, after decades of real time effort, there came a day when she felt free. Thanks to Lyra Elaznis effort, the past reluctantly released Giaccia from its clutches, allowing her to take a new step in her existence. A new being was born, one living in the present, thankful and loyal to her new owner. Sadly, time in the real world remained just as harsh and, like a blink of the eye, Lyra had passed away. It had been a grand event, suitable for the Tamin Empires second empress.

The harpsisword was passed on to her heirs, who were also skilled in music, though nowhere nearly as much as Lyra. Still, Giaccia assisted them as if they were her original owner. Some were kinder than others, some were even confident enough to challenge her, yet their efforts proved fruitless, until the day a determined girl managed to repeat the impossible.

IMPROVEMENT

You have been defeated.

The HARPSISWORD level has increased!

Your level has increased to 102!

It had been a close call, not to mention that her owner was using several artifacts to boost her abilities, yet there was no denying the result. A win was a win.

Not bad, the nymph guardian said. Of course, my first owner defeated me with nothing but music.

Yeah, right. Viara Elazni lay breathing heavily on the ground. Technically the victor, she felt as if a herd of hedgerels had run over her. And she probably did it without breaking a sweat.

The guardian just smiled. There was no point in souring the girls victory. Summoning a large harp, the nymph played a melody to soothe the pain. Since this was an awakened realm, such an approach was better than magic.

You must teach me how to do that, Viara said.

Healing music? You need magic for it to work out there.

If it makes people feel better, just music is enough. The girl remained still for several more seconds, then stood up. The euphoria from her victory had made her restless, even more since the nymphs music had started. Now that I won, do I get to know your name?

Which one? I have many names.

Your first name.

Maybe some other time. It had been centuries since the nymph used her name and not once had she regretted it. The question would come up each time shed acquire a new owner, but the answer was always the same.

Maybe I should just invent something, the nymph thought. If nothing else, it was going to reduce the conversations on the matter.

I have to call you something. Viara pouted. Harpsisword is too long and weird.

Im sure that someone with your mind trait will think of something, eventually. A trivial task for the future head of House Elazni.

Pfft! The girl snorted. Yeah, right. With your attitude, Im not sure. Everyone in the family is a lot weaker. Even grandad.

He was rather strong once, and a lot better at using music skills than you.

Ill be stronger, the girl said, brimming with determination. Ill become stronger than them all.

You might. The nymph stopped playing. And Ill be here to help you.