“….The power of the Su Baera was truly an amazing thing, it gave me the strength to move mountains, soar through the sky, and do just about anything I set my mind to, with the power I could do anything and sometimes, that scared me….My favorite power as the Su Baera was the power of creation, with it I could create anything be it a tool like a wrench, a screwdriver, a flux driver regulator engine or a weapon, like a sword, mini hand cannons, or even a shield. All I had to do is think of what I wanted, picture it in my mind, and feel take form within the palms of my hands and it would appear…”
Ibaeran hovered over the waters, below of her the sliced remains of the Crakcan and on her hand was the blade she used to slice it apart. Ibaeran then began to replay what happened the moment the she was dragged in to the mouth of the beast of deep, recalling how scared she felt watching those monstrous beady eyes followed was she was being dragged down in to the monsters mouth. Recalling the feeling of fear, dread and despair that watched over her during those moments as she was slowly being pulled in the beast’s mouth and swallowed whole and as she watches it’s lips close shut and the darkness began to surround from within, she recalled thinking to herself, with the last ounce of strength she had left, ‘was this really the end, did I really make it this far to become this monster’s meals. Was all that fighting, pain, suffering, and misery I’ve had to endure really so I could end up in this monsters belly’. And as Ibaeran felt herself slowly began to lose conscious, slipping away in to the abyss, a single thought formed in her mind, ‘I am really destined to die a slave’.
And as those thoughts in her mind, Ibaeran felt something her. It was strange feeling Ibaeran could describe, it felt as though there was something inside of her, screaming and yelling out a single word, “No”. And as she heard those words echo from within Ibaeran was reminded of everything she had been through, fights and struggles, her losses, along with the people she met through her journey, those people that saw her their hope for freedom, her people, Ton’Onama, and the Uha Tamunarans that were abandoned by their king form being useless, and above all else, the promise she made. All she had to do was try and to that, she had to do everything within her power, be it fight within walls of an arena or stare death in the face with a pounding chest filled fear but still dare to remain standing and never fall, trying to her meant, giving it her all and ever stopping until she drew her last breath and so that was precisely what she was going to do, to keep the promise she made to the person she loved the most, she kept fight until the bitter end, denying the end and refusing to accept that her tale was over.
“Promise me Ibaeran that you’ll try”
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Ibaeran then felt the power of the Su Baera returned to her and as it did her body began to brim and glow with the immense power following through her.
No, her story was far from over.
Ibaeran clutched her hand into fist tightly, feeling the power of the Su Baera settling in her fist and slowly begin to take form.
Not after everything she had been through. Living the life as a slave, losing her father, the only family she had at a young age, and then looking the person that made her life feel, even with pain, misery, and complete and utter dread, worth living, and then making a promise to her, a promise that led her down a path where had to fight to get the power she now possessed, a power she could use to make a dream she denied herself from believing could ever become a reality, come through, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity she allowed herself to believe in something she had never been able to bring herself to believe, hope.
A blade made of light that firmed on Ibaeran fist, and then with just slash, she sliced the Crakcan apart.
Ibaeran then snapped back to reality. She then looked down at the blade on her hands, seeing h glow so much raw power, she couldn’t help but wonder if that power truly came from her. Ibaeran then looked down at the scattered remains of the Crakcan before letting out a deep sigh out of exhaustion. She had truly been through a lot and looking up ahead out in to the vast waters that surrounded her, she could feel it from within her bones that the battle was far from over and she still never to fight. Ibaeran then giggled a little, knowing it would foolish for her to expect things going forward to be easy but at the very least she could count on her power and her strength, realizing upon recollecting everything she had had to face so far, from celestial godlike being so massive that could hold entire worlds on their hands, massive green giants that stand above the sky crapping treed of the Kiri Dumoian forest, savage creatures who could roll their bodies in to balls of spikes, a massive monster who concealed its body in a vale of water, and finally a devil of the deep who remains was currently floating on the waters below Ibaeran’s feet.
Ibaeran then looked at the hand she used to hold the blade made of light. The blade then vanished and as it did Ibaeran crushed the hand in to a tight fist, now determined to face and fight ever dangers laid ahead, refusing to a cast doubt over her power and herself, and if that wouldn’t be enough, she would still keep fighting even still the bitter end. Ibaeran then stretched out her steel wings and flew off, soaring through the skies at blinding speeds, determined not to stop or allow anything get it.
It seemed as though Ibaeran was finally beginning realize just who she was and the power she possessed but yet fear and doubt continued to linger on in her mind, and even though she had seen for herself just how powerful she was and what she was capable of, as long as those doubts and fears lingered on, she would never be able to truly understand what it meant to be the Su Baera.