#V; The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow (Post Boktai2 Verse)

[heirofsol]

Sol’s Veins

The sound of metal to hot ore rang through the smithery in the late day, sun slowly setting on another day in San Miguel.

2 weeks were passed since the high of winning against Jourmungandr. The town was beginning a routine of regrouping, after so much chaos was passed. Immortals were slain, the beast sealed, and all alive.

Fssssssh…!

Metal was rapidly cooled in water, emerging a bright golden hue. Django took it to the next table, adding the proper handle and grip to the blade. With care, it went into the sheath. “Thanks again, Smith. Sorry for taking so much time…” Django said quietly.

The man set aside his smithing hammer. “Come now, you never take too much, Django,” Smith set a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “I appreciate the good challenge!”

Django gave a small smile, nodding. “I know..” He glanced at the door, “I’m going to go on patrols, test out the blade a bit. I’ll see you later.” He gave a better smile while weaving out of the smithery. Smith gave a sad smile as he watched the boy go. He knew what was eating the child.

Without the Sol De Vice, he wasn’t able to do magic. Without magic, he was back at square one.

Smith shook his head. Poor boy must have felt so alone…

The Catacombs were quiet. Quiet as ever, just as silent as they used to be years ago.

Django walked the halls, running his hand along the metal as it turned to stone. Ringo used to use these halls to train him in avoidance combat. The Four Warriors, Cheyenne and family, taught him obstacles and how to get over them; elements, and how to counter them.

All the extra effort, time away from guarding, because he couldn’t use magic. The new Solar Boy, only able to use a gun.

He was a Dead Sun. Useless on his own.

Django meandered to a drop off in the caverns before the back exit to the Remains Desert. Stalagtites covered the ceiling, stalagmites on the unraised floor, last peaks of sunlight dying the desert in oranges and blues. He sat himself on the ledge, just before it tapered outside. He was cautious of the new sword on his side as he did.

His hands rested on his lap as he leaned on the  wall. A bare right hand felt…foreign after all this time. Made the feeling as it’d fallen to pieces all the worse.

Clatters, clunks, and clangs of metal. The loss of weight as he’d returned from the Spiral Tower. No designs existed; it couldn’t be recreated. He gave a deep sigh, wiping his eyes when he felt them welling up a bit. No, no he wasn’t going to cry over this, he just had dust in his eyes…

…?

……!!

His heart skipped a beat as he felt some kind of little Darkness. Django looked up and out, eyeing the desert. Nothing there…He turned, looking behind himself and inhaling sharply when he saw a Crimson Bok a bit away.

With caution, he scooted off the short ledge and out of view. Must have been a straggler.

The new sword is drawn, Django sneaking along the wall and up the stairs. He was focused now, carrying the golden hued blade close as he tip toed around. The Crimson made some chirps while it twitched. Then a shriek, throwing it’s head back. Such bizarre behavior…

Django raised the blade, feeling it draw out his energy to create the Sol element in the sword. A small whistle sounded before a sickly crack as the blade crossed the “bone” of the Bok.

…But not enough to fall it. It lodged a third of the way through the torso.

Oh Sol.

The Undead shrieked. Much worse now, like a tortured cat. Smoke erupted from the contact, shoving back against the assailant as the thing opened it’s maw, readying liquid Klorofolum.

The blade was ripped back, shearing more of the Bok. Django moved quick, going back through the Catacombs, scarcely avoiding the deep red sludge that was lobbed at him. Through twists and turns, the Solar Boy ran, stopping 3 rooms away behind a pillar. The Bok screamed as it stumbled and gave chase.

Silver eyes looked down at clenched hands before looking to the ceiling. He could see clouds through a skylight, taking a few shaky breaths. Felt like deja vu; he’d been in this situation before. Down traught, low before a Bok…

…But he’d pushed on before.

Try again. Just try again.

The Bok screamed as it found the Solar Boy.

Just try...!

Warmth (almost searing, like a floodgate was opened..!) ran through his veins as Django swung again. This time, full through the torso.

And it burned...!

The burning smell of Undeath filled the air as the red monster collapsed. His blade clattered on the metal floor. Oh Sol, his arms were burning..! Oh Sol, he–

He was using magic.

Bright gold enveloped his hands, left pulling off the right sleeve to his attire. Veins glowed vividly, color trailing up his arm, half up his biceps.

He was using Sol Magic.

…Kind of hurt though, like…it’d been building, building, ready to burst forward, and now it was all coming out at once.

Tears came from his eyes with happiness. The sleeve was shoved into his pocket, sword grabbed (still a bit hot..!) and sheathed, Solar Child taking off running. Up, down, doorway, up stairs to the night air. Deep blue coated the sky, with a sliver of moon surrounded by starlight. There was a stumble in his excitement, scuffing knees and hands as he entered Mall area boundaries, but getting right back up, just like an excited child.

Another flight down, and he was at the smithery, still glowing. “Smith, something–!” Django exclaimed as he opened the door, stumbling in, “Something happened–!” He looked around, noting it was empty. “Smith?”

“Went home, something up Django?” Cheyenne had come out when he heard a seemingly frantic Solar Boy. “Hey, turn the DeVice off, there’s no Un..,” The glowing was more apparent as the blonde stood forward as he closed the door, “Deaaaa–you’re glowing!”

The blonde waved his glowing arms around, beaming with another wave of happy tears coming on. “You’re glowing!,” the Wind Warrior laughed, “You little late bloomer! Come ‘ere!” The Wind Warrior gave a bear hug to Django, lifting him a bit with rough pats on the back. “Ringo would be so proud!” Cheyenne exclaimed as he put the boy down. “But he was proud of you no matter what. Yet, just, look 'atchta!” He looked close at the gold, but didn’t try to touch. Heat just radiated from him!

Django gave a wide smile, enlarged canines showing with his beaming pride. Father would be proud no matter what, that he knew, but it was something else about the magic. Not just pride alone, to why it was so important…It made him feel human, connected to his ancestors. Sol was their element–and now his too.

Lonesome, but not nearly so now, with the gold in his veins.

#Drabble #Mun Writes #V; The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow (Post Boktai2 Verse)