Divinity

--- [Isabella’s perspective]

Without any hint of hesitation, Volkan rushes directly towards me.

He reaches his burning hands forward and tries to grab me.

I step back and although my sword is still in its scabbard, I still swing it at him.

He catches it and is completely unhurt…

The flames rage on, growing massively both larger and hotter.

It’s so hot it hurts just being near him.

I let go of my sword and take a few steps back.

The fire only gets more and more intense as he tries to melt it.

“What the hell is up with this thing?! Why is it not burning?!” – Volkan

He grabs it with both hands and puts all his power into it.

It’s blazingly hot; nowhere in the arena is safe.

Even the audience must feel the intense heat…

He tries his hardest, but no matter how much he puts into it, the sword and scabbard both remain unscathed.

He wraps his hand around the hilt and attempts to pull it out…

“What the?! It doesn’t burn, and it doesn’t come out? What is this thing?!” – Volkan

I take a few more steps back, and suddenly the sword disappears from his tight grip, and appears in mine.

Confused as to where it went, he looks around, before notices it’s back in my grasp.

He looks pissed…

His all-powerful flames couldn’t even put a scratch on my weapon.

His eyes meet mine, and he locks in…

I can’t do this by myself…

There’s no way I beat him without her help…

“Sabrina, it’s your turn.” – Isabella

I unsheathe my sword…

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When I came into this world, so did my sword.

From the moment I was born, it has always been there with me.

I guess this is what people usually refer to as a ‘passive specialty’.

It has always been, and always will be, there with me…

Just as I was born, it appeared in my hands.

My parents were obviously confused, and tried to take it away from.

Not sure of where it came from, how it got there, or what to do with it, they decided to put it on a shelf on the other side of the room.

As my father was on his way there with it, it suddenly disappeared from his grasp, and went right back to mine.

No one could see it move; it just teleported right back to me.

They tried putting it away a couple more times, but quickly understood that it was pointless.

It was physically impossible to get the sword more than three meters away from me.

Any time it happened, it appeared in my hands again, no matter what.

We lived in a relatively poor village in the outer area, so they weren’t very knowledgeable about Divinity.

But, they weren’t dumb either; they figured it had to play some role in it, even if they didn’t understand the exact mechanism behind it.

They gave up trying to fight it, and instead accepted the circumstances for what they were.

At the same time, there was something else that was very unusual about me; nobody noticed, not even me, for many years to come…

The sword was just as big and heavy when I was born, as it is now.

As a toddler, it was simply too heavy for me to lift, let alone unsheathe.

However, as I grew older, I eventually got strong enough to pull it out.

Most parent don’t let kids near knives or even scissors, let alone swords…

They obviously didn’t want me to take it out as it could be very dangerous.

They tried getting rid of it once and for all, but all their attempts failed.

When they threw it into the river, it would simply appear right back in my hands.

When they gave it to the blacksmith, he couldn’t melt it no matter how hot the flames were.

They even tried bathing it in acid, but it was all for nothing.

It wouldn’t go away; it was completely indestructible.

And so instead, they decided the best course of action would just be to pay extra close attention to me at all times.

If I ever tried pulling it out, they’d stop me.

It worked, and they kept me safe, but this was also the reason why it took so long for anyone to notice the other thing that was so unusual about me…

One time when I was around four years old, I woke up in the middle of the night.

I didn’t make a sound, so my parents stayed asleep.

The sword had been with me since birth; I had never known a time without it…

Yet they never let me take it out.

I was curious, and a took the opportunity to finally do it.

As I pulled the sword out, I could feel myself losing control of my body…

I could still see, hear, and feel, everything that was going on, but I couldn’t move at all.

I was really scared, and didn’t understand what was happening.

“Wow…” – Isabella??

Words came out of my mouth, yet I was not the one who spoke them.

I kept falling over…

Whoever, or whatever, was controlling my body, didn’t seem to know what they were doing.

The constant tripping ended up making so much noise that my parents woke up.

They saw the sword unsheathed on the ground, and quickly put it back in.

When they did, I finally regained control again.

I immediately started crying…

Scared, confused…

I had no idea what just happened, but it had something to do with that sword…