Made for This

I was made for this
Born in the wild
Formed in the fire
Built for the battle, oh
I was made for this
 
The mace smashed into the dummy, stuffing flying. The sun had long since set and sweat dripped from beneath her armor despite the cool weather of the autumn season. Two dummies sat in pieces, wood and metal and hay spread over the grounds of the training pit.
 

“I don't suppose you know which of the host is my parent?”
 
"You have no parent. You were created."

 
The words of the Celestial were still on repeat in her mind. She had no parents. She had been made. And not just made, but made of Akmon’s light. To be a weapon. His weapon. His sun blade.
 
She flinched then straightened, teeth clenched together. Was having a parent so important? Someone who had wanted a child? Had wanted her? Clearly, even if she’d had a parent, they had abandoned her. She hadn’t ever expected some tear-filled reunion. But she’d at least thought that someone was out there, perhaps thinking of the child they had given up. But there was no such person. She had been forged and then cast into the world to be sharpened with no thought to her being a person worthy of love and caring, but to become a weapon for use.
 
I don't give up, I won't back down
Goodbye worries, no time to doubt
I feel the power, I won't be afraid
Fear won't stop me, I don't break
I was made for this
 
She still wasn’t certain how she’d ended up at Loreali’s temple, rather than Akmon’s, as an infant, but she supposed that wasn’t important. She needed to be prepared to defeat the darkness. A darkness that was beginning to touch the world, interfere in divine magic, resurrection, and perhaps even healing in future. She couldn’t do that on her own, but even with all of the adventurer’s in the Guild it would be impossible if she, the weapon, was not a sharp enough blade.
 
Regardless of whom she was a weapon of, she could not let the darkness swallow the world. And so she would become stronger. Sharper. Prepared for when she would be needed.
 
She turned, blasting a bright flash of radiant light at a dummy. It glowed with light as her mace came down on it hard, the head flying and hay spraying out across the ground.
 
I'm a soul on a wire
That's where I feel alive
Open up the skies
I'm a soul on a wire
That's where I feel alive
Open up the skies
I am free to fly
 
Looking for her next target, she realized she had no more dummies. Her eyes moved across the destruction she’d left behind, the pupiless topaz glowing slightly in the dim light of the pit, breath panting from her.
 
Annoyed, she threw the mace at a nearby weapon rack, a loud clatter ringing out as it knocked into spears and swords. Her mind circled back to the Celestial’s words. A weapon. Forged, not birthed. Not wanted as a person, merely as a weapon. She pulled off her helm and threw it too, swiping at sweat and tears.
 
What would happen to her, when she’d achieved this destiny? Would she still be herself? Would she remain here on this plane to live her life? A life she’d finally begun to truly embrace. A life with friends and loves and a future filled with potential for more than just the fulfillment of a prophecy. Or would she be cast aside, a weapon whose purpose had been served and was no longer needed?
 
Her wings burst from her back, flaring with golden light. Akmon’s light, she realized. Not Loreali’s. Her magic, granted from Loreali, was the warm glow of candlelight. Her wings were the blazing light of the sun.
 
She rocketed up, out of the temple grounds, across the sky, but didn’t get far before the magical flight faded out and she tumbled down. She crashed into some bushes in Central Park and grunted with pain but ignored it as she pulled herself upright and sat against a tree in the dark. Would she, like her wings, flare brightly for one dazzling moment and then fade into nothingness?
 
She stared up at the stars, ignoring the scrapes, bruises, sweat, and tears and wondered: who would she be at the end of all of this? What would she become, and what would become of her?
 
I was made for this
I was made for this
I was made for this