Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160925203247/@comment-25073873-20161008093338

"Huh, worthless copies of the blades that I showed your adoptive father in his dreams. I knew he pursued the creation of the perfect sword, and I simply drew my own to show him. But it seems mortal hands cannot replicate the original, which was forged beyond these realms" noted Freya's guardian as he appeared, looking at the blades with his eyes.

Freya picked up one of the swords. It seemed good enough to her, and the integration of a converter meant she could use her own magicka to power any enchantment that was placed on the blade. This was a good thing.

"So, what do you consider a good sword, then?" asked Freya, after she finished looking at the blade, looking at her Guardian now.

Freya's guardian chuckled, before he said "a blade like the one I showed your father. A peerless sword which will never dull no matter how many blades it conquer, and an indomitable weapon which will never break no matter how many people defend against it."

"How are we supposed to make them with mortal materials!? Even daedric weapons and dragonbone will eventually wear out. It is impossible except with specific enchantments! At least we got a few good swords!" replied Freya.

"You do not understand, Freya. Your sword, even if enchanted to never break, and to always stay as a constant in time, it is still ... held together by mortal magic, and made with mortal material. Limited by mortal hands to two enchantments of basal nature like a touch spell. With the unbreaking enchantment, it leaves only one enchantment" countered Freya's guardian.

"Still, a sword is a sword. A sword is a tool, and tools break. It is meant to hurt people, and needs no enchantment to do so! Enchantments are like improvements to make a tool better, but they are not necessary!" said Freya, angry that her adoptive father's lifelong dream was seen as something so meaningless and insignificant.p

Freya's Guardian smiled cryptically, before he said "you finally understand, Freya. You have accepted that your sword is naught but a worthless tool."

"I know, I know, but it doesn't matter how many swords I break, right? Eventually, no matter how the swords are shaped, no matter how many times they are forged, repaired and reforged, if I had the skill to use them, all of them would ne equally deadly" said Freya, her mind pulling floating ideas together.

"Have you finally realized that after so many years? That skills are the only thing people cannot take away?"

"Not just that. It's not just swords. It's me, isn't it? The useless dissappointment that has no skills in combating enemies. A girl who only knows how to run. I may not be physically suited to the sword, but effort can overcome that. Skill can close the gap in strength. And so I need to unlearn everything amd start again" said Freya, now determined to take charge. Her guardian was very good at provoking her and pressing her buttons.

"You now stand at the treshold, the transitionary point between the idiotic girl you now are, and a heroine. Are you willing to take the leap, and become the protagonist of my story? Or will you turn away from the door again, like you always did, and hope for a prince to save you?" said Freya's guardian, as he turned away, becoming a coil of light.

"Some parting advice, Freya. It's all fine when your prince saves you now. But when he becomes a king, you will become his queen, and it will be in your stead to help him remain on top. There is no eternal princess, and I am sure you do not want to be a drag to your loved one" said Freya's guardian in her head, as he fully vanished.

"I ... I ... I don't know" sighed Freya.