Twin Stars II: Abyssal Star

A lone star,

Whos potential was noticed by a king,

Reborn anew, this, is her tale…

Stars burn bright for years, but this one in particular glowed brighter than the rest. Her potential unbound, only being held back by her lack of experience. The lone star wanders the planet, unsure of what she is to do or where to go. The lone star woke up on the barren land, the only thing with her was a sword, which she had been clutching onto. She had wandered the charred lands for days, everything lay dead. The ground was black from ash, the trees that remained standing were nothing but burnt logs standing upright in the ground. She wasn’t alone, strange monsters would often find her, engaging in battle for some reason. She cut them down using the blade she had woken up with. The monsters were nothing special, they went down with ease. Until they had arrived in a much larger group, at least 100. Standing at the head of the group was a different type of monster, it seemed to be a leader of some kind. It stood back as the smaller ones rushed her, so she cut them down. Despite her strength, their numbers were overwhelming, and as she cut them down, they cut her in return. Scrapes and bruises battered her body, yet she continued, ignoring the injuries. Her mind flares as something slams hard into her side, throwing her across the field. She staggers to her feet to see that the leader has finally stepped in. Her arm ached from the punch just then, but she persisted. The leader and the lone star clashed blades, but the winner was already determined from the first hit. Her hits were slow. Weak. Her entire body ached from the previous wounds, and exchanging blows with the leader sent bolts of pain flaring through her arms. Her vision blurs, her stance breaking as the enemy sword cleaves her left arm off, blood-soaked the ground beneath them. Memories flash through the lone star's mind, memories of another, memories from a time past. The aching ceased. Dark tendrils emerge from the open wound and pick up the severed arm, reattaching it as the leader watches in horror, taking a step back. A dark malice envelops the lone star, their blades would clash, but only one would remain. The lone star shattered the leader's blade as she cut him down, as he had done with her. The arc produced from her swing cleaved through the ground, leaving behind a crevice. The power diminishes, the lone star turns to face yet another opponent, but this one doesn’t seem hostile. This one was like the leader in appearance, only bigger. His mouth moved, but she wasn’t sure what he said. He suddenly swings his blade at her, but she barely blocks it. The force of the strike pushes her down, but she can push back. The energy from before reemerges within her body as it coats her blade. With each swing, the very fabric of space wavers, almost as if her power was disrupting it. But the newcomer was able to evade the attacks, he didn’t seem all that phased by the power. The lone star switched her tactic, infusing her fist with dark energy, using it as a blast to strike the opponent. As the battle went on, the stronger the lone star's attacks became, the newcomer started fighting back and was only able to gain the upper hand because the lone star's power had run out, but she kept going, even without the energy. It seemed her strength had increased through the bout, the man was impressed, and he had seen enough. One swing of his sword was strong enough to break her grasp over her sword as it flails in the sky before stabbing itself into the ground. The man stopped attacking. He then holds out his hand, a strange-looking flame bursts to life in his palm. Was he offering it to her?

“ Your potential for growth is grand. Become my champion, and I will aid you in achieving your ambitions.” The man spoke again, this time she understood. Her ambitions? After she saw glimpses of her past, she had found something to do, find the person from her memory, the lone star reached out and accepted the power as the flame bent around and into her hand, she could feel a cold, yet dark presence stir within her. “ I am Onyx, King of the Abyss, and you are my champion,” The King speaks. The lone star had been given purpose, refined in abyssal magic, and she became the champion of the Abyss, Astra.