Those Of Great Achievements

"Except for me, all of us nameless fools started to take inspiration from the his writings, not taking his sudden madness as a warning sign but rather, as a sign that the crystals hid great secrets..."

"...They were right, it is a true goldmine, one of us, a pyromancer discovered the wonders of the heretical flame, he was the first to manage to wield it more than once"

"How could he learn such things from the notes of an oracle and some crystals?" asked Superstes, as great as an oracle Sir Solitar's friend might have been, his notes probably wouldn't have been so great if he wasn't a flame user.

"It was mostly the crystals, those deep, dark purple crystal-" he remembered the peculiar color of the accursed material for a moment, it might seem stupid to be weirded out by a simple shade of purple but it just wasn't leaving his mind.

It felt like he had seen a brand new and totally different color from what anyone could observe.

"-Listen, thanks to the notes, we learned about beings of other worlds and we learned that those of great achievements were... Remembered? They are immortalised through the system it appeared, their legacies live on and even infiltrate worlds they never set foot in"

"Roderman, he was utterly inspired by the first hero, lucky him... The first hero made him go from a varmin to a respectable ruler, though, he was never able to master the power of the first hero, only managing a poor imitation using mana that didn't even look the same"

"He took in knights and taught them everything he knew of the first hero, his fighting style, his battles and most importantly, his unwavering attitude" it sounded as though Solitar had a soft smile on his face.

"Indeed, it isn't easy to break a silver knight, the majority of them will fight to the death, Roderst may be an agricultural power but its silver knights are renowed, in the end however, they don't wield the power of the first hero, neither do you"

"Roderman showed me what he had seen of the first hero, it isn't a power one master through training, he is called the first and only true hero for a reason, one needs to be a 'true' hero, whatever that could mean..." he shook his head, Roderman was chasing that ideal but he didn't believe that such a thing was achievable.

"The first and only... How long ago did this first hero exist?" asked Superstes, she too didn't think she could meet such requirements and she hadn't seen what Solitar had seenthanks to the crystals.

"I am not sure, but probably so long ago that we don't even know the way to pronunce such numbers" he swiftly replied, confident that whatever he had seen had taken place at least eons before their time.

"And in all that time not a single person was good enough to be considered a true hero? Yikes..." this made one wonder what was the difference between a hero and a true hero.

"But enough of the first hero, he is the only prominent being that was discovered thanks to the crystals that wasn't of the same... 'Sort' as the others" the dark inside of his helm seemed to grow deeper as he spoke.

"Tell me, Superstes" that was the first time he had called her by name, she had only told him once, years ago but he hadn't forgotten that peculiar name.

"You heard be describe the color of those crystal, deep and dark, deep and dark purple, does it ring any bell?" he asked as slightly leaned forward.

When he had described the crystals the first time, she had already felt like connection had established but crystals discovered long ago didn't seem like they would have anything to do with the present...

"It does" she responded flatly.

"It reminds me of the eyes of a wretched little creature..." she added after a moment, she was oddly calm, though Sir Solitar could distinguish what was hidden behind her aloof expression.

"Was it, this purple?" he then reached out for something hidden behind him, pulling out a minuscule fragment of crystal, barely bigger than a needle.

Still, it sticked out like a sore thumb, the deep purple was hard to miss.

"..."

"It's exactly the same" Superstes spoke up, having to stop and breath beforehand, it really was the very same color, this odd color that had stared her in the eyes.

Solitar quickly put the piece of crystal away, also not very fond of it.

"We learned much about this color and some of its holders, the apostles of Mov"

"Mov..." repeated the heroine absentmindedly, there was significance and might in that three letter word.

"If that creature you speak of is truly one of them, then it is grave that we at least learn what its purpose is..."

Seeing that she was about to speak, he cut her off and explained.

"It's purpose because the apostles of Mov have a single thing engraved in their fates, it is that through their actions, their existences, they will bring a great change of some sort, it can be mundane, unrelated to their own wants even but they will leave a great mark" Solitar stressed that point.

"I don't know enough about him to even guess what he wants..." Superstes rested his hands against the sides of her face.

"From your demeanor, I can tell that you wish to kill this monster but beware- The holders of Mov are dangerous, mostly insidious, perverted minds, largely insane and typically powerful..."

"Just mere specters of them took all of my friends, I cannot fathom what one in the flesh could be capable of" he shook his as head as he placed on of his hands on his knee and the other of the handle of his blade.

"You'll need all the training you can get!" he swiftly got up and rose his nagamaki up above his head as if preparing for a devastating downward slash but instead, as Superstes also stood up and shifted her weapon into a shield, he went for a powerful kick, sending the lanky girl flying.

"Try to react less quickly next time or to react more quickly" he gave his first advice during a fight and Superstes now understood why he had abstained before.