Glass shatters like stars die: First Fight - Prompt #7

Prompt 7: 

Is your character an expert at their element or still in the beginning stages of learning? (an earth elemental struggling to move enough dirt to plant a flower vs. an earth elemental who can raise up city walls with a single gesture.)

(He a noob, this being the first time he's used it, as you'll see.)

 

 

 I push myself up off the mossy dirt, slowly standing, a headache mixing with the pain of the crash making it very difficult.  Trees larger than I’d ever seen tower above, at least six people tall for the smaller ones.  Green moss runs across their bark, twisting its way around.  Bright sunlight beams down through the leaves, small blue and grey mushrooms sit in little bunches, hiding within the shade.  All of this a distinct difference from back home’s desert sands, dead bushes, and occasional cacti.  Water’s not here, maybe they didn’t fall through?  I don’t know.  I-I just hope Water is okay…  I mean what even happened?

 

 Stumbling forward, I glare at the sword that brought me here.  “Why?...”  My voice weak, tears start to form, blurring my vision.  It sits perfectly still, the sunlight beaming down around it, framing it.   We’ll be okay, I just need to figure out how to make this damn thing fly me back.  Right.  Getting up close, I examine it up and down.  

 The sword is big, and a bit taller than me when standing side to side.  It’s probably steel that makes up the base of the blade and cross guard.  Though where the fuller should be, the groove in the middle of this type of blade, a riser is instead, dark with white specks covering it.  That should make the sword far heavier and less easy to maneuver, why would they design it that way?  I suppose for strength, though with a sword this size, I feel like you’d want it to be lighter.   The hourglass pommel is by far the oddest though, the sand within doesn’t seem to run out, nor fill up.  And the sand itself, though mostly the normal yellow-orange, bits of it are a deep purple.  

 

 I don’t see any runes on it, how does it even work?  I mean it flew around as if it had a goal, but I didn’t activate any runes when it started, so how did it know to bring me here?  I thought it had perhaps been activated before landing in the back garden, but I should see runes all across it for a spell so complicated.  Well it seemed to respond to my thoughts before.

 Reaching out, I wrap my hands around the grip.  Letting darkness take my vision, I breathe.  In, out.  In, out.  A cold earthy scent makes its way to my lungs.

 

 Fly.  Bring me back home.  Fly me home.  Float up.  Fly me away.  Home…

 Opening an eye, I peek at the unmoving blade.  Sigh.

 

 Fly!  Fly!!  Move!!  Come, on!

 

 Nothing.  Taking a few steps back, something squishes under my shoes.  Letting out a yelp, I slip backwards on whatever it is, landing onto more of it.  Lime green goo coats the ground, and now me.  Eww, the texture of it grosses me out.  I-It’s kinda starting to sting?  Looking up from my goo covered hands, a skull peers out of a large glob of the stuff.  “AUh!”

 Pushing myself away, the dirt and slime roll beneath my hands, mushing together.  The skull sort of slowly spins, almost as if tilting in a questioning way.  Dark, empty voids pool within the eye sockets.  I may be crazy, but I swear it feels like it’s smiling, and not in a friendly way.

 

 Standing up, my heart races.  What do I do?!  I should run away right!?  My eyes land on the sword, the creature now lying between me and it.  There's no way I’ll find this place or my way back home again if I start running off in a panic.  The goo is really starting to burn now, I attempt to knock off as much of it as I can while running around the slime. 

 Just out of the corner of my eye I catch a quick blur of green speeding toward me!  Out of instinct I whip around.  A gust of wind shoots out, the attacker flies past me, cut in two.  My hand now hovering near the hilt of the suddenly floating sword.  Whoa.

 

 “Oh, so now you work!?”  As if responding, it drops to the floor.  “Why!?-”

 

 Splat!  More goo hits onto my lower arm, melting into my skin.  “Ahg!”  Flinging it off, it skids across the ground, stopping just before hitting into one of the trees.  I-I didn’t just cut it in two, I made it into two!  Both slimes jump forward with speed I don’t understand.  Stumbling back, I push into the dirt, leaping to the side and landing onto the sword.  I hear the goo hit the ground just past where I was.  Taking the sword in hand, I stand.  I was right, it is wayyy heavy, I'm surprised I can even lift it at all.

 

 Cutting them will do nothing, we need something more.  The slimes begin to congeal into one once again.  Okay, sword, come on, let's do this thing!  Heart skipping beats, I shut my eyes and let instinct take over. 

 Holding my sword out in front of me, I feel wind start to shift around my hands.  Gently loosening my grip, it starts to spin.  And spin, faster and faster, building speed, the air around pushes past me, almost through me.  There's this almost, detachment to the world, and my body feels, lighter, as if, there was nothing within me, nothing holding me down.  I dig my feet into the dirt so I feel at least somewhat grounded, my eyes flicking open as I do so.  

 

 The creature jumps, a blur of green flies forward.  Please work.  Grabbing hold of my quickly spinning sword, it halts.  The air completely stops, time almost slowing with it.  The slime reaches the tip of my blade, and I let go.  Now spinning in reverse, the winds follow.  Blasting into the goo, ripping the skull from within it and sending it crashing into a tree.  Completely shattering upon impact, it crumbles to the floor.  The goo itself slowly disintegrates the grass and dirt where it lands, before slowly fading away entirely.

 

 My sword gains back its weight pulling me to the floor with it.  Out of breath, I sit there for a while, letting the world shift softly around me.

 

 Well, that was a thing.