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[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 7
Title: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 7
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,316
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: This part wasn't in my plans at all, and did I even get around to what I had planned? Nope. *watches fic grow out of control*
Previous Part
Part 7 - Judgment
I had been too careless. My attempt at stopping Roland had instead spurred him into becoming a Death Lord. How could I have let a Death Lord be born right in front of me?
Even though his eyes were flames, I could tell his disbelief when my hood fell, revealing my appearance. He didn't want to believe it. His screams had been as much from incredulity as they had been from pain.
I knew it then. They must have been friends.
When I saw "myself" rush to my side even as darkness obfuscated my vision and pain exploded in my stomach, I could only stare through the murkiness at the gaunt face I saw in the mirror every time I vomited in the bathroom after punishing criminals. It was a face I was all too familiar with, and now it was fraught with worry. I wouldn't have cared as much if what I saw was merely a reflection from a mirror, but it wasn't.
This was my friend who was worried.
Grisia, you're here, I thought. I always berated him for getting himself into dangerous situations, but here I was in the thick of it all. I'd even gotten his body hurt. Sun must surely have a target on his back for trouble to follow him everywhere, even if I was currently "Sun".
He quickly glanced over me, taking in my injuries, before he stepped in front of me and turned to face Roland, shielding me from what was the come. I stared up at his looming back, wondering what kind of courage he must have mustered up to face his friend like this. I had wanted to spare him that, but ironically, I was now the one who needed protecting, our positions reversed.
I wasn't going to stay down.
Weaponless and hurt, I gathered holy magic to cast a Minor Heal in an attempt to close my wound. It wasn't enough, and I still felt light-headed from my blood loss and from the aura of death Roland's sword had inflicted on me, but I pulled myself to my feet and prepared to help as a long-ranged attacker. I threw holy light at Roland as the others attacked in close range, but I was no priest.
For the first time since our untimely "switch", I cursed that I wasn't currently myself.
And now, Roland had become a Death Lord.
The first zombie that tried to stumble its way over to me immediately crumbled to dust from a blast of holy light courtesy of me. After that, I continued blasting away nonstop at the dark creatures around me. Down went a skeleton. Down went a vampiric spider. Blaze dealt with the spirits with his purifying flames while I continued to pour out holy magic, fighting in a way I'd never fought before, the sky lighting up with streaks of white. Ice and all the holy knights in our platoons were busy getting rid of the mob of dark creatures that had started spreading out. We had to prevent them from wandering out into the rest of the city. These dark creatures weren't very strong, a far cry from the one who had summoned them, but they were numerous. Near me, Grisia hacked away at a zombie, somehow managing to keep his hand on the Divine Judgment Sword. We continued fighting in this manner, the creatures closing in around us even as we pulverized their companions into nonexistence. Soon, I came back-to-back with Grisia.
"Care to teach me a wide-range holy spell that will fall all the creatures in front of me at once?" I asked Grisia when I felt my back run into his. I didn't know how to command Grisia's holy magic as well as he did, but I was sure he'd have been capable of decimating the crowd before us in one swoop.
"I wish!" he replied in my voice from behind me. I don't think I'd ever get used to that. "But I don't know how to explain it. I just do it!"
That was majorly unhelpful. I really should have known that was how he did things, as I'd never seen him truly study any type of magic. All the priests and mages in the world must hate him for his ability to learn by osmosis.
"Any tips?" I asked as I flung holy light at the skeleton in front of me. It crumbled into bones.
"Just keep layering holy light on top of another layer of holy light. It'll become thicker!"
Thicker? What...? That's not how magic works...
But what did I know? If that was the way Sun did it, then that was the way he did it. I flung holy light out and immediately flung some more so that they layered on top of each other, the brightness intensifying and destroying an entire row of skeletons.
Huh, it worked.
Together with Grisia at my back -- I never thought the day would come that I'd rely on him to have my back with a sword -- we defeated all the dark creatures around us until we were finally able to see Roland again now that the crowd had thinned. He stood in his original place, not at all part of the battle. He'd brought his wings around himself protectively, the claws at the end of his wings snapping like vicious jaws whenever something flew towards Roland, such as a chunk of zombie or a stray bone from a skeleton. Regardless of what they were, the claws destroyed them all before they managed to hit Roland.
He must have felt our gaze. Roland turned his head to look at us from where he stood, a self-deprecating smile on his face. He then turned away and surveyed his surroundings. As he did so, he started flickering. I could see the building behind him through his flickering body.
Immediately, I readied myself, heart thumping as I wondered if he was going to appear right in front of my face, or right in front of Grisia, impaling one of us this time. Unlike him, a sword through our chests would be fatal, and I currently had no sword to block his thrust. I tossed a wall of holy light in front of us, a weak imitation of what Earth could do with his shield, but I kept in mind what Sun had told me, and layered holy light over holy light over holy light. If a zombie tried to approach us now, it might even give itself a head injury once it ran into my wall, though it was more likely the zombie would crumble upon contact with the mass of holy light before me.
Roland vanished, leaving behind only traces of the teleportation magic he had called upon. Death Lords were truly frightening for him to have grasped such knowledge right after his transformation.
I expected him to appear in front of me, but when that didn't happen, I quickly spun around to see if he had appeared in front of Grisia instead. Thankfully, Grisia was safe. His eyes darted left and right before he settled on staring at the empty spot where Roland had been standing earlier.
Stunned by what this meant, I let my wall disperse, the holy light I dispelled toppling over all the scattered dark creatures that remained before us. Roland had teleported away altogether. Had this been his intent all along? Escape?
Grimly, I looked at the dark creatures that Blaze, Ice, and the holy knights in our platoons were still battling against. Most of them fell with one or two blows. I blasted another zombie to pieces without even looking at it before I walked over to Roland's previous location, bent down, and picked up my fallen sword.
I looked towards Grisia to catch his eye.
Roland had only been keeping us busy with the dark creatures.
-----
to be continued
And here is where I fret over Judgment's characterization. I sure made him very sentimental...
Hm, I kind of want to write a Roland POV somewhere. :3
Next Part
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,316
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: This part wasn't in my plans at all, and did I even get around to what I had planned? Nope. *watches fic grow out of control*
Previous Part
Part 7 - Judgment
I had been too careless. My attempt at stopping Roland had instead spurred him into becoming a Death Lord. How could I have let a Death Lord be born right in front of me?
Even though his eyes were flames, I could tell his disbelief when my hood fell, revealing my appearance. He didn't want to believe it. His screams had been as much from incredulity as they had been from pain.
I knew it then. They must have been friends.
When I saw "myself" rush to my side even as darkness obfuscated my vision and pain exploded in my stomach, I could only stare through the murkiness at the gaunt face I saw in the mirror every time I vomited in the bathroom after punishing criminals. It was a face I was all too familiar with, and now it was fraught with worry. I wouldn't have cared as much if what I saw was merely a reflection from a mirror, but it wasn't.
This was my friend who was worried.
Grisia, you're here, I thought. I always berated him for getting himself into dangerous situations, but here I was in the thick of it all. I'd even gotten his body hurt. Sun must surely have a target on his back for trouble to follow him everywhere, even if I was currently "Sun".
He quickly glanced over me, taking in my injuries, before he stepped in front of me and turned to face Roland, shielding me from what was the come. I stared up at his looming back, wondering what kind of courage he must have mustered up to face his friend like this. I had wanted to spare him that, but ironically, I was now the one who needed protecting, our positions reversed.
I wasn't going to stay down.
Weaponless and hurt, I gathered holy magic to cast a Minor Heal in an attempt to close my wound. It wasn't enough, and I still felt light-headed from my blood loss and from the aura of death Roland's sword had inflicted on me, but I pulled myself to my feet and prepared to help as a long-ranged attacker. I threw holy light at Roland as the others attacked in close range, but I was no priest.
For the first time since our untimely "switch", I cursed that I wasn't currently myself.
And now, Roland had become a Death Lord.
The first zombie that tried to stumble its way over to me immediately crumbled to dust from a blast of holy light courtesy of me. After that, I continued blasting away nonstop at the dark creatures around me. Down went a skeleton. Down went a vampiric spider. Blaze dealt with the spirits with his purifying flames while I continued to pour out holy magic, fighting in a way I'd never fought before, the sky lighting up with streaks of white. Ice and all the holy knights in our platoons were busy getting rid of the mob of dark creatures that had started spreading out. We had to prevent them from wandering out into the rest of the city. These dark creatures weren't very strong, a far cry from the one who had summoned them, but they were numerous. Near me, Grisia hacked away at a zombie, somehow managing to keep his hand on the Divine Judgment Sword. We continued fighting in this manner, the creatures closing in around us even as we pulverized their companions into nonexistence. Soon, I came back-to-back with Grisia.
"Care to teach me a wide-range holy spell that will fall all the creatures in front of me at once?" I asked Grisia when I felt my back run into his. I didn't know how to command Grisia's holy magic as well as he did, but I was sure he'd have been capable of decimating the crowd before us in one swoop.
"I wish!" he replied in my voice from behind me. I don't think I'd ever get used to that. "But I don't know how to explain it. I just do it!"
That was majorly unhelpful. I really should have known that was how he did things, as I'd never seen him truly study any type of magic. All the priests and mages in the world must hate him for his ability to learn by osmosis.
"Any tips?" I asked as I flung holy light at the skeleton in front of me. It crumbled into bones.
"Just keep layering holy light on top of another layer of holy light. It'll become thicker!"
Thicker? What...? That's not how magic works...
But what did I know? If that was the way Sun did it, then that was the way he did it. I flung holy light out and immediately flung some more so that they layered on top of each other, the brightness intensifying and destroying an entire row of skeletons.
Huh, it worked.
Together with Grisia at my back -- I never thought the day would come that I'd rely on him to have my back with a sword -- we defeated all the dark creatures around us until we were finally able to see Roland again now that the crowd had thinned. He stood in his original place, not at all part of the battle. He'd brought his wings around himself protectively, the claws at the end of his wings snapping like vicious jaws whenever something flew towards Roland, such as a chunk of zombie or a stray bone from a skeleton. Regardless of what they were, the claws destroyed them all before they managed to hit Roland.
He must have felt our gaze. Roland turned his head to look at us from where he stood, a self-deprecating smile on his face. He then turned away and surveyed his surroundings. As he did so, he started flickering. I could see the building behind him through his flickering body.
Immediately, I readied myself, heart thumping as I wondered if he was going to appear right in front of my face, or right in front of Grisia, impaling one of us this time. Unlike him, a sword through our chests would be fatal, and I currently had no sword to block his thrust. I tossed a wall of holy light in front of us, a weak imitation of what Earth could do with his shield, but I kept in mind what Sun had told me, and layered holy light over holy light over holy light. If a zombie tried to approach us now, it might even give itself a head injury once it ran into my wall, though it was more likely the zombie would crumble upon contact with the mass of holy light before me.
Roland vanished, leaving behind only traces of the teleportation magic he had called upon. Death Lords were truly frightening for him to have grasped such knowledge right after his transformation.
I expected him to appear in front of me, but when that didn't happen, I quickly spun around to see if he had appeared in front of Grisia instead. Thankfully, Grisia was safe. His eyes darted left and right before he settled on staring at the empty spot where Roland had been standing earlier.
Stunned by what this meant, I let my wall disperse, the holy light I dispelled toppling over all the scattered dark creatures that remained before us. Roland had teleported away altogether. Had this been his intent all along? Escape?
Grimly, I looked at the dark creatures that Blaze, Ice, and the holy knights in our platoons were still battling against. Most of them fell with one or two blows. I blasted another zombie to pieces without even looking at it before I walked over to Roland's previous location, bent down, and picked up my fallen sword.
I looked towards Grisia to catch his eye.
Roland had only been keeping us busy with the dark creatures.
-----
to be continued
And here is where I fret over Judgment's characterization. I sure made him very sentimental...
Hm, I kind of want to write a Roland POV somewhere. :3
Next Part
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"This part wasn't in my plans at all, and did I even get around to what I had planned? Nope. *watches fic grow out of control*"
*snickers quietly* I know this feeling far too well. XDD
" My attempt at stopping Roland had instead spurred him into becoming a Death Lord"
asdklfjasd
"He didn't want to believe it. His screams had been as much from incredulity as they had been from pain."
Awwwwwwwww!! Poor Roland! D:
"and pain exploded in my stomach,"
Aaaaaah! No, Judgement got hurt!! D: D:
"at the gaunt face I saw in the mirror every time I vomited in the bathroom after punishing criminals"
;_______; Omggggggg.
"This was my friend who was worried."
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!!!!k a;lkdfj;LKJASD;LFKAJSD;LK omg omg omgggggg~~
"I always berated him for getting himself into dangerous situations, but here I was in the thick of it all."
Sun's body clearly has a curse on it. Or a blessing to always find the problem and solve it. XDDD
"Sun must surely have a target on his back for trouble to follow him everywhere, even if I was currently "Sun". "
*dies laughing* Judgement's clearly been picking up on Sun's humour (he needs to; it's the only way to be able to understand him!)
"before he stepped in front of me and turned to face Roland,"
Aaaaaaah! Protective!Sun! Yes!!
"I wasn't going to stay down."
Of course not!
"fighting in a way I'd never fought before,"
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
"Near me, Grisia hacked away at a zombie, somehow managing to keep his hand on the Divine Judgment Sword."
Good thing for muscle memory! XDD
(Aha! I know! Sun comments with something along the lines of 'Oh my God of Light! If you hadn't been training so much, I would have been sent to see Him at the very start!'
'I know; which is why you need to start training.'
'Noooooooooooooooooo!!'
Also, will Judgement be trying sugary sweets at some point? :D?)
" Soon, I came back-to-back with Grisia."
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! \o/
""I wish!" he replied in my voice from behind me. I don't think I'd ever get used to that. "But I don't know how to explain it. I just do it!"
Bwahaha! Yep. Trying to explain magic is hard.
""Just keep layering holy light on top of another layer of holy light. It'll become thicker!"
Thicker? What...? That's not how magic works..."
*dies laughing* Whaaaaat? But - but - whaaaaaaat?
"-- I never thought the day would come that I'd rely on him to have my back with a sword --"
*continues to die laughing* Awwwwwww! Technically, you're relying on your body to protect you, but it's fueled by Sun.
"Roland had only been keeping us busy with the dark creatures."
Or testing to see which person is actually Sun? :o
"And here is where I fret over Judgment's characterization. I sure made him very sentimental..."
Really? His friend's getting in the way of harm, he's being attack by all sides, getting attacked by an old friend of his friend, who had been tortured to death. Seeing how Judgement is when there's no-one else around, I don't think so. ^ ^
"Hm, I kind of want to write a Roland POV somewhere. :3"
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Getting longer and longer~
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Because I want to finish already, and I want to see some things happen already! Except I'm not even halfway through. XD; I've been trying to write daily, but it's taking me around 2 days to finish a part. I might need to put this aside for a bit to focus on no_true_pair later. XD;;
*snickers quietly* I know this feeling far too well. XDD
Haha...I have no idea how long this fic will be now. I'm almost breaking 10k! I thought this Roland portion would just be two parts or so, one from Judgment's POV and one from Sun's, but that sure didn't work out. XD;
Aaaaaah! No, Judgement got hurt!! D: D:
He did. Sun saw it in the previous part. XD; This top part had a bit of overlap in time, if that, er, makes sense. XD;;
;_______; Omggggggg.
;___;
Sun's body clearly has a curse on it. Or a blessing to always find the problem and solve it. XDDD
Hahahaha, and then not very long after, Judgment thinks almost the same thing. XD;
*dies laughing* Judgement's clearly been picking up on Sun's humour (he needs to; it's the only way to be able to understand him!)
LOL! I didn't think of it that way...
Aaaaaaah! Protective!Sun! Yes!!
:DDD
(Aha! I know! Sun comments with something along the lines of 'Oh my God of Light! If you hadn't been training so much, I would have been sent to see Him at the very start!'
'I know; which is why you need to start training.'
'Noooooooooooooooooo!!'
I like this conversation. XD;
Also, will Judgement be trying sugary sweets at some point? :D?)
Of course! That's also part of the title's inspiration. I've only gotten Sun to eat sweets so far since Judgment hasn't had any time to do that yet, and he wouldn't eat any on his own... XD;
Bwahaha! Yep. Trying to explain magic is hard.
Hahaha, it is! I don't feel Grisia is a good person to ask. Maybe the Pope would be better. XD
*dies laughing* Whaaaaat? But - but - whaaaaaaat?
XD;;
Magic, Sun's way*continues to die laughing* Awwwwwww! Technically, you're relying on your body to protect you, but it's fueled by Sun.
Hahaha, that's so true, it is his own body that's protecting him... XD;;
Really? His friend's getting in the way of harm, he's being attack by all sides, getting attacked by an old friend of his friend, who had been tortured to death. Seeing how Judgement is when there's no-one else around, I don't think so. ^ ^
You do make a very good point. I just found him going, "He's my friend! They were friends! I wanted to spare him the pain of facing his friend!" to be maybe a bit melodramatic... though it is in his character to care that much. (Ahhh, Judgment. ♥) Since it's his own POV, I guess his kindness should show through without filter. :3
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Getting longer and longer~
I know right, gosh... and now I'm wondering if I could add other POVs to the mix too... but no! I better put a stop to that idea, because this is long enough as is. XD
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Which means there's a lot more to go! Yey! XDD; Don't kill me
"I'm almost breaking 10k!"
:D :D!!
"This top part had a bit of overlap in time, if that, er, makes sense. XD;;"
Yeah, makes sense. :3
"Of course! That's also part of the title's inspiration."
Yesssssssssssssss!
"and he wouldn't eat any on his own... XD;"
'Try some!'
'But... You know I don't like them.'
*teary eyed* 'But I love bitter sweets now!'
o______o 'Really?' *cautiously tries some* 'omgol'
"Magic, Sun's way"
The non-sensical route! Of course! XDDD
"to be maybe a bit melodramatic..."
Huh. I saw like, no melodrama when I was reading it. XDDD (For me, it would have been more melodramatic if Judgement was just sitting there going, 'ohnoes!' and not doing anything about it.)
"though it is in his character to care that much. (Ahhh, Judgment. ♥) "
♥~
"now I'm wondering if I could add other POVs to the mix too... but no! I better put a stop to that idea, because this is long enough as is. XD "
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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I managed to break 10k today. ;) I'm unsure if another 10k will cover what I have planned. I'm not trying to attempt NaNoWriMo lengths here! *flails* I have all these other plunnies waiting to be fed too! And all this started when I wanted to write Earth and Storm swapped, but this plunny was just more vicious than that one...
'Try some!'
'But... You know I don't like them.'
*teary eyed* 'But I love bitter sweets now!'
o______o 'Really?' *cautiously tries some* 'omgol'
XD!!!
Huh. I saw like, no melodrama when I was reading it. XDDD
Okay, good. =P
(For me, it would have been more melodramatic if Judgement was just sitting there going, 'ohnoes!' and not doing anything about it.)
I definitely don't see him as someone who'd just go "oh no!" and not do anything about it. XD;
It's so hard to write other people's reactions when I'm limited to one POV. Solution? Give the other characters POVs too! *head desks*
I always go crazy with shifting POVs. They might actually take away from the story though, since we wouldn't be left guessing at what the other characters are thinking. Maybe at the end. XD;
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"I definitely don't see him as someone who'd just go "oh no!" and not do anything about it. XD;"
Haha, yeeeeah. I guess he's always doing stuff, if even in the quiet times, he's doing paperwork.
XDD But we want to know what the other people are thinking and reacting too! *flails* And Sun and Judgement were seeing different things and since there was a divergence, we'd have been confused about a couple of things. :3