Unknown Catacomb, Unknown POV
As I gazed upon this insufferable tomb, a sense of hate and vitriol overcame me. The same perfect stone over again and again and again that made up this insufferable place.
But now I realized something! A new feeling awakened in me, completely removing the hatred that I had so recently been given back.
Wonderment.
The silt of my eye widen. I am thinking! I am having emotions!
This is such a wondrous day! After so much time I have finally gotten back my basic functions! I must try out my thinking ability.
'Thought'
A sense of total happiness surrounded me, from my hilt to the top of my blade. After so long of a total lack of consciousness, I am finally aware!
I let this happiness simmer for a while longer, after finally freeing my sentience for who knows how long I was imprisoned for. This is the least I deserve.
After a bit of enjoyment, I studied the rest of the room. For only having one eye, I had total vision all around this round that I am entombed in.
The enchanted snowflake was properly destroyed, the once glowing and humming rune now turned to a quiet black.
After studying the snowflake and its runes, I scanned the tomb for anything useful to my current situation.
I quickly noticed a staircase leading upwards. I had no idea where it led and no way of actually getting out of the dark blue stone I am trapped in. So the stairs only held my attention for a short amount of time.
Other than the destroyed snowflake and inaccessible staircase, there was nothing worth mentioning in this accursed place.
Now with no options available to me, I have decided to wait. Since I can't pull myself out of this stone that my upper portion is stuck in, waiting for some fool to take it out is the most logical step of action.
The only problem now is using that time for something meaningful.
For a few short minutes, I created small but extremely sharp icicles. They would form into the air and continue to float until I gave the mental command to move. To test out their strength, I willed the icicles to pierce the wall.
Their movements were quick and precise. The icicles easily penetrated the stone, and they even left a thin layer of ice around their impact.
With that sorted, it was time to move on to other matters. But it is weird that I still remember how to use my icicles even though I have been entombed for so long.
'THAT'S RIGHT!' I loudly thought in my head. 'With that snowflake gone, I can recall my memories now!'
The eye of the hilt closed, similar to how a creature with an eyeball closed theirs, as I tried to remember.....well anything.
At first, all I remembered was darkness, an ever-consuming black void. Nothing was there, absolutely nothing.
I saw that void for the longest time, trying to remember anything of what I once was. Perhaps I was doing something wrong.
'Wrong, wrong, that word leaves a sour taste in my body' I thought.
'Wrong, wrong, wro-' and like that all my senses activated at once, the empty black void in my mind was now replaced by a raging fire!
'I am having a memory!' I thought in a most joyous tone. 'A memory of what, however?' As soon as that thought was finished the first was put out by a freezing ray of ice.
Before I could even wonder who did that I realized that my entire body was free! My blade that was trapped in that unsightly blue stone was free and bloodied.
My mind was racing 'How did I get out? Where am I?.' But the most important question I realized was, 'Who is wielding me?'
That's when I realized the metal hand that was gripping my handle. And soon the body of said hand.
They wore finely crafted metal armor all except for the helm, what I saw was a brown long-haired man. Yer that was all I could describe him as.
For his face was hazy, it was hard to distinguish any of the finer details of the man's face. It was a blurry, unrecognizable mess.
Yet even though he couldn't tell or recall what the person is or was, I felt a strong sense of hatred.
While trying to figure out who this warrior was, that said warrior pointed myself straight forward and another ray of frosty ice came forward.
When the icy beam was finished, I felt the hand gripping my handle suddenly get a lot colder. Then in an instant the hand carelessly let go, dropping me to the muddied ground.
The one who was holding me was saying something. All the words that came out of his mouth were so muffled it just sounded like random noises.
At the peak of my confusion, a quick and dirty metal b0ot landed atop my icy eye. The boot moved left and right, getting as much dirt into my socket. Then the clearest words I have ever heard came out of the impudent warrior's mouth.
"YOU ARE A MISTAKE AND IT'S PITIFULLY THAT YOU ARE CLASSIFIED AS A SWORD! YOUR CREATOR WRONGFULLY SPENT HIS IDIOTIC TIME CREATING YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
And with that last word spoken, my vision was now an empty void. When I slowly opened my eye again, I was still stuck in the tomb.
'So that was a memory' I thought in a confused and slightly angry tone. 'While meeting that, whoever he was, had been awful. At least I gained something from that experience.'
The only good thing that came out of that memory was that ice ray that I summoned. It wouldn't hurt to relearn my skills again so I immediately practiced this skill.
I remembered what I did originally to use this ice ray, and only after a few tries I successfully shot a beam of ice at the wall!
An interesting note was that the ground had a thin layer of ice when I shot the ice ray and so did the impact on the wall.
This incredibly powerful skill, all from just a memory. I think it's time I remember some more about my past.