Blindfold sat alone, his back to a tree as he practiced. He hoped he could get this right, he'd been trying for ages now.
He concentrated.
The ink flowed up his arm, stemming from his empty eye sockets. As the ink pooled in his palm, he concentrated on the shape he would like it to take.
A sword.
The ink elongated in his hand, obeying him.
For now.
The sword took shape, forming in his hand to the shape he wanted it to be.
He swung it at the tree beside him, curious. No emotion. He would only take advantage of it.
The sword struck and splintered, shards sprinkling him as they rained down.
He sighed. Of course. It had to be flexible in the middle and hard on the outside, or it would splinter just like that.
He took a deep breath and tried again.
His powers had been increasing at a steady rate for the past few days, making him at least a little excited. He would be able to travel soon, to go and try to see the vitate again, so he could finally understand what he was. Also, he had to admit, he was curious about his new lady friend. She seemed kind, and everyone knows that most heroes deserve a little happiness. In the meantime, he was stuck in this forest. Not that he disliked the forest, far from it, it just seemed so isolated, as if centuries slipped by as he was staring at the stars. Kaster was friendly enough, but Astoria was very suspicious. Of everything and everyone, it seemed. He smiled. Reminded him of someone he used to know... He knew it was hard. After a few years in any world different than your own, pain replaces trust.