Leveling up the World

Chapter 883: Harp's Story - Forsaken

MEMORY FRAGMENT

Nymph Capital Sorgente, Nymphs Era

The archbishops prophecy came to pass. One of the insignificant human kingdoms had sent a messenger to the nymphs land cities, requesting that they be spared destruction. They were willing to face any consequences and had made a Moon vow to that effect.

Concerned by the coincidence, Giaccia had personally gone to question the bishop, but found that he was no longer there. None of the guards knew anything, no one had seen him it was as if the man had vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but a scroll behind. On it were another two prophecies as well as an instruction that should they need more, it was upon them to visit the archbishop in the Orders grand citadel.

Convinced it was a ploy of some sort, Giaccia punished the guards, then pretended to give the matter no further thought. There were battles to be won, and a minor disruption of such nature was no reason to put the war effort on hold. Her sister, though, wasnt of the same opinion.

A month later, once the remaining two prophecies had occurred, Tiallia left the empires capital. No one knew where she went, but Giaccia had a pretty good idea. After several weeks, the princess returned. From that point on, prophecies started coming in.

Be careful when you take Meghena, Tiallia said. Its an ambush. Theyll surrender the city, then attack it from the outside.

I know how to fight, Giaccia replied in a sharp tone.

I know you do, but there are things you cant foresee.

What did you agree to give him? The Order doesnt just send prophecies for no reason.

Does it matter? They are helping us.

The archbishop could be organizing all that. The Order has its fingers in many kingdoms. Thinking about it, it had a presence in every kingdom that the empire had conquered so far. More significantly, somehow the bishops had the foresight to leave the capitals prior to conquest.

He could have. Which is why I went to see him.

It was a mistake.

No, it wasnt. Tiallias tone hardened. He gave me a lot of insight.

That the Star cant be trusted? I could have told you that.

He told me a lot more than the Stars betrayal. Up to now, most of his prophecies have come true. There was a moment of evasiveness as she spoke. Giaccia noticed it, but decided not to press. Things were getting tense, either way. When the two had started this, it was to change the world. Now, there was no telling whether they were of the same mind.

Seeing that there was no point in arguing, Giaccia focused on the fighting. Tiallia must have continued with her dealings, since letters from the Order kept on pouring in. What was more, syllablights were used to ensure that no one could read the contents of those letters; no one except for Tiallia.

Then, the Stars betrayal happened. Giaccia had been so certain that she had been prepared. There were enough armies placed at the right places with the right equipment. Capturing the fury stronghold was supposed to be a breeze. However, it quickly turned out that all the information the nymphs had received was false. The mighty stronghold was occupied by less than a hundred soldiers, all fully aware that they were sacrificing their lives. The real enemy forces had taken advantage of the movement of troops to attack a series of undefended cities in the rear of the nymph empire. On their own, none of the cities constituted a major loss. Taken together, though, they had crippled Giaccias advancement plans and put their hold of the continent at risk. The only solution was to retreat and consolidate.

Tiallias response was mind-boggling. When Giaccia returned to the capital to bring her the news in person, she found her sister destroying Galateas statue.

Tia? Giaccia asked. The only reason she wasnt shouting was because of the people present. There was no need to give further credence to the rumors of discord between the two. Whats going on?

The archbishop needs Moonstones for adequate prophecies, the other explained, not even looking in Giaccias direction. This was faster than sending out hunts for them.

Destroying the state of Galatea?

A sacrifice, I know, but given our current situation, a necessary one.

Theres no way thats necessary, Giaccia thought.

A bit difficult now that were banished, Giaccia thought. Nonetheless, she was grateful. She wasnt alone in the nothingness, which probably couldnt be said for many others.

Well have to be banished for a while, but Ive arranged for you to return to the world as an item guardian.

Arranged? Giaccia wondered. What came out of her mouth, though, was. Item guardian?

With your skills, youll still be able to see the world around you.

Tia, I dont

Not now! her sister interrupted. We dont have long. Take the time as an item to learn all that you can. Learn about the world, about your owners, about the changes that take place. It might be a while before we see each other again, but when I come back, well finish what we started.

Wait! How before Gia was done, she was ripped out of the nothingness and into a large silver room.

The interior was very similar to what her chambers in the nymph palace had been, though considerably smaller.

SHIELD BLADE level 1 created.

You are the SHIELD BLADE guardian.

Your new class is SHADOW

Your new level is 100

Rectangles appeared in the air. Giaccia waved them away and quickly went to the window. To her relief, there was a world to be seen outside. After a few moments, though, she quickly saw that it was an awakened realm. Beyond a certain distance, the landscape repeated, continuing with its sameness all the way to the horizon.

Only now did everything start to sink in. This wasnt a dream or illusion. Giaccia wasnt part of the worldat least not in the same sense as before. The nymph empire had fallen, the race was banished, and Giaccia was the guardian of a shield blade, of all things.

The only speck of comfort was that she was the guardian of a weapon. Could it be that her sister had arranged that as well?

Hello? Giaccia said. There was nothing to suggest that the item was linked to a person, but from experience she knew that she had to have an owner. Shield blades didnt come into existence just like that. Hello!

ARN LEGRAND has linked the realm to his.

Great. Giaccia sighed. Naturally, it had to be a dwarf.

Then again, maybe that wasnt such a bad thing. The nymphs hadnt gotten to taking on many of the dwarf kingdoms yet, so there wouldnt be too much animosity towards her. Of course, that would be if the dwarf would even respond to her.

It quickly became clear that her owner didnt have the empathy trait. Thus, talking to him was as useful as petting a porcupine.

For the next few centuries, Giaccia learned what it was like to be an item guardian. The dwarf turned out to be a hunter, so he made good use of his weapon. Even so, his actions were slow and sloppy in comparison to what the nymph was used to. She couldnt help herself but to correct his strikes, making the attacks more lethal. Soon enough the weapon she was guardian of became known for its lust for blood, and she as a combat guardian.

The dwarf passed the shield sword to his son, who then passed it to his daughter, continuing the tradition of hunters. Unfortunately, in the prime of her life, she came upon a creature she wasnt able to defeata dragon. The fight had been quickthe dwarf hadnt felt a thing. In the process, Giaccias item had snapped, taking her back to the purple void. Hardly had she done so than she was pulled into an entirely new item. This time it was a nobles saber. Apparently, as part of her sisters arrangement she was to be moved to a new item the instant her current one was destroyed.

The next seventeen years, she was the proud possession of an energetic, but spoiled barons son. The experience was tiring and filled with more showing off and petty duels than actual fighting. The owner had no regard for his items, so it came as no surprise that he snapped the saber in an attempt to force a door open.

Centuries and eras came and went. Through dozens of owners, Giaccia witnessed the fall of the dryads attempt and the start of the human age. Each time her item would break, she hoped that it would mark her sisters promised return, and each time she was wrong. The experience made her more and more bitter, vengeful against the world and everyone in it. All the items she was guardian of quickly acquired a reputation of being cursed or bloodthirsty. Although still plagued by her fragile nature, Giaccia yearned for battle, finding that only it managed to keep her thoughts at bay.

Then, millennia later, she acquired an owner that changed her existence to its core.