Shadow Slave

Sunny studied the obsidian knife for a while, and concluded that he had no idea what this thing was supposed to be capable of. It wasn't a Memory, and it didn't have a weave, so neither the Spell nor his own ability to perceive and somewhat understand such things could help him.

The only thing Sunny knew for certain was that someone had plucked a string from the tapestry of Fate and placed it inside the knife, making a circle out of it… for some mysterious purpose.

Everything else was going to have to wait until the next time he heard from Mordret. The lost prince was bound to know more about the obsidian knife, since he seemed to know a lot about the Chained Isles and their past in general.

Now, however, Sunny had to deal with another problem…

He had to explain the disappearance of the knife to the White Feather clan, somehow.

Come morning — or at any moment, really, if someone decided to leave the Dream Realm or entered it in the middle of the night — people would become aware that the knife that no one had been able to lift or move was now gone.

Sunny had no doubt that it was not going to take a long time for them to figure out that it was him who had taken it.

And after that...

'What to do, what to do…'

In the end, he came up with a really crazy idea. Something that he would have never even considered, in normal circumstances. Something that went against his very nature.

…He went and told Master Roan the truth.

Well, the part that had to do with the miraculous coins, to be precise.

Visiting the White Feather compound in the middle of the night was a bit strange, but luckily for him, the older man turned out to be up. He was preparing to leave on a patrol, and so rose early to make the necessary preparations.

After Sunny was done talking, the mighty griffin rider stared at him for a while with a perplexed expression. Then, he asked to take a look at the knife.

Sunny reluctantly handed the obsidian blade over and watched nervously as Master Roan inspected it. He was really hoping that the White Feather clan would not decide to keep it… there were very few things Sunny could do if they did.

strapping Master returned the obsidian knife to him

managed to lift it by using Noctis coins

Sunny nodded.

know

Master Roan nodded.

the Isles over the years. It seems that this was the preferred currency people who lived here thousands of years ago used. No one had ever discovered a literal treasure trove of

for a bit,

stashed somewhere. Wait here for a

that, Roan disappeared into the stone chateau, and then returned ten or so minutes later, holding

used to carry it with me a lot before, as a

returned to the

first thing Master Roan did was glance at the moon, and then place the coin on the altar. Once again, it gleamed and disappeared, leaving a bewildered expression

received a bit of soul essence. You

shook his head

a use all this time, and no one was

Roan hesitated for a few moments, and

knife back on

formidable power in a vain attempt to lift the obsidian blade off the white surface. When he was done with that futile attempt and stepped back to

"Interesting!"

came the moment of truth. Sunny tensed as he waited for the

thinking about it for a

among us Awakened in the Dream Realm. The sanctity of this rule is unassailable and beyond reproach. And that rule

Sunny blinked.

'What?'

The strapping Master grinned:

have to worry about either me or Tyris taking that

however, his smile

people, though, might not be as reasonable. Even if no one knows what power this thing has, or if there even is anything special about it, someone might get too excited and act in a regrettable manner. So