In Ancient TImes

So, my ssd crashed and all the drafts I wanted to submit had disappeared, so, I'm submitting this here for reasons kinda clear

“Long ago, the Empress and the Knight joined forces, and freed us from the clutches of the

Sinphovali Triumvirate. We were slaves. Held leashes and chains on us, from war, and wrong

beliefs. For our religion. For our culture, they would persecute us. They saw us as monsters.

But. A woman, and a man. prisoners had the courage to unite and fight for the freedom of us all.

Who would be known as Empress Songallion, and Knight Medangen, they encountered each

other at the bottom of the gallows, as former nobles, now lay as prisoners ... awaiting execution.

They would talk. and talk. and talk. and talk. eventually rebellion sparked between the two, and

together they formed the pact of saw-qar-ve. Of blood and death, they will not rest until the

people that they were born to protect and serve are safe.

The first thing they did.”

Myrane reads a plaque. Bright and sunny, golden light floods the hall. The clouds swim and

flows through the blue sky. In the center, a gold and silver statue stands proud. Two figures with

weapons, swords and guns pointed high.

A tall black bear moose woman stands in front of a gold plaque

“A fire soar high and bright that night, they busted themselves out, and lead the first strikes

against the Sinpholi. Many casualties drowned the floor in blood throughout the line of the

regime. Lives were lost. Families cried, but no matter it all, the knight and empress kept going.

They fought tooth and nail, to persevere, to give f*****g-”

Another girl, the same species but with amber fur raised her eyebrows at Myrane

“Man, what the fu- hahaha. Okay it doesn’t say that, but I mean, I can say that. I’m 14, I’m old

enough. I’m f*****g enough to swear as much as I f*****g goddamn, shitting want-”

“EXCUSE ME!”

Myrane jumps back a couple steps, screeching their head to the right.

A mom and their infant daughter was standing beside them, with her mom’s hands on the

daughter’s ears.

“Sorry.”

“yeah you better be!”

Myrane glances at devilishly smiling Niara

“What! You curse too!” Myrane responds

Myrane gently elbows Niara, as they stare at the statue.

“You’re saying this is our ancestors?” Niara asks Myrane.

“I dunno. This was at least a century ago right. So, probably. The plaque is a little much though

I’ll be honest. Ah who am I kidding, nah I bet it’s all true.” Myrane replies

“So the knight could actually summon dragons?”

“Ehh, something like that. Who knows, there’s about a billion anything could’ve happened back

then. We don’t know. Those archives are probably all burnt up by now... or covered in dust.”

“Or just torn up.”

“Hah. Ha. It says here that The Sinpholi were considered deadly warriors for their time”

They turn left.

Marble statues of the warriors dwarfed the two.

“Whoa.” 12 foot was written on the plaque. She was 9 ft.

Then, an alien rifle with glowing spiky crystalline rods, with a royal ornate mahogany and

luxurious purplish wooden furniture stands. It was bathed in this gentle limelight.

“The Sarqar Mov 67. or The Enchantress as it was known by the grunts. Used by Nouoron forces

during the Battle of Granagrathon, this precision rifle is a symbol of the grit of the Golden Sun

Battalion. During an offensive gone wrong, this rifle along side the elite marksmen wielding

them held their ground as the oncoming forces of the Sinpholi flooded through the barricades,

allowing their allies to get through hell and back to recover the Bisti from the Triumvirate. Had it

not been for the bravery of the soldiers that day, we would not have had the freedom we have

now.”

Myrane turns back from the speaker as she stares at the rifle.

“I think my uncle has one.” Myrane says

“Really?” the speaker asks.

“Yeah, he owned a stock in a plasma technology company, and received the rifle as a gift from

them. I think? I don’t know if it is a replica or not, but needless to say, he was ecstatic when he

got it.”

“No way. Wait, you don’t know if it’s a replica?”

“I don’t know, he hasn’t touched it since.” The furniture is not the same though too. It’s a red,

purple, and gold color. So it probably is.”

She looks back at the golden statue, admiring the golden sun.

“Hm.”

An hour passes and Myrane is back at her home. She cuts through the kitchen and the dining

room and finds the gun on display in the living room. She checks the room for anyone, before

grabbing the rifle. Somehow, it felt like it was perfect for her hands: the weight was just right,

equally balanced, the ergonomics were really comfortable, overall it was a masterful work of art.

“‘Finger off the trigger’ says Niara. There’s no chamber for it though, so... it should be fine?

Ehhh...”

Myrane checks the black plaques surrounding the gun. Suddenly, a sigil in a foreign language

holographically flashes on the gun, reading: “Low Power. Switch to Cell Skin?”

A minute passes.

She shrugs.

“Why not?”

She taps the sigil. Suddenly, spindly spikey angler needles summon at a 45 degree angle on the

side edges of the gun, glowing lights of blue, purple, and green swirl and activate. The sigils

switch to read outs and symbols. Chirps and purrs sings through the air.

“No... either this is the most involved replica ever. Sorry Uncle, this s**t’s mine now.”

She takes it outside.

A half hour, there is a metal can sitting on top of a dead tree trunk.

Myrane lies on the floor, rifle scope at an 5-inch distance, the built-in bipod presses against the

slightly uphill grass, her cheek against the stock’s cheekweld.

Silence, the wind blows through the air.

“Wait, how much does the wind affect plasma?”

She thinks.

“Guess it depends on how the plasma is sent.”

She fires at the bottle.

Crack! The can explodes as the top half comes clean off.

“Holy s**t!” She runs to examine the damage. The can looked like a broken bottle of molten

glass, with smoke and steam billows to the sky.

She takes a glance back at the rifle.

“I’ve gotta tell Niara about this.”

“What the hell is wrong with you! You took my functioning Mov 67?” Her uncle yells at her.

“How the f**k was I supposed to know that it worked? Why the f**k did the company send you

a working rifle in the mail!”

“Myra, we’re not having this conversation right now.”

“Oh, the f**k we aren’t.”

The man rolls his head. He groans.

“Come on, you never tell anybody anything”

“You know the reason I own stocks at that company, was because I used to work there. You

know that!”

“Okay yeah, that’s what everyone knows! I, why do you have a gun? Are you a hunter or

something?”

“What! no, I... Myra, why do you want to know so bad.”

“you have an old working plasma rifle displayed on your fireplace awning. There’s no way that’s

nothing special. Hell it’s even decorative!”

“What the... screw it, you cursed first! There’s nothing f*****g special about owning this rifle

man. I am a gun historian ok?”

“fanatic”

“God! Fine, fanatic.”

“Also no way, Niara’s aunt owns a bajillion guns.”

“What? Niara, you mean... You mean your silver medalist sharpshooter? Her aunt... actually

explains a lot.” He looks at the puppy eyed Myrane.

“I hate you sometimes, you know that. F*****g. Okay. You know your great great grandfather?”

“Yuita?”

“Yeah him. He was a vet in the Nouoron vs Sinpholi conflict. He’d tell us stories about the days

in the war. The great lengths he went to for the freedom of us.”

“W- whoa.”

“Yeah. Our family history. Has anyone told you? What we Nouorons had gone through. Or I

guess they didn’t. Did they? They ignore all the crazy s**t back then, and go straight for the fun

bits eh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Myrane takes another look at the Sar Qar.

A minute passes

“Well, except this isn’t about that conflict. Nor the one that your grandfather had been sucked

into... except, except that definitely had something to do with it. You heard about his passing,

correct?”

“Yeah I heard. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.”

“Nah, it’s not your fault. I just wished we could’ve done something sooner.”

They take another second to gaze upon the rifle.

“Was this his rifle?”

“No. But it might as well be.”

Her uncle stands up and grabs the rifle.

“I remember being gifted with this, and being really confused on what to do with it.”

He gets a cloth from behind the display case, and cleans the stains on it.

“Well, until I got a long look at the thing. This was my grandfather’s weapon. This was my great

great grandfather’s weapon. This was the weapon used by his brothers and sisters throughout so

many years of conflict. Barely changed, and yet, now it’s in this really odd furniture.”

He takes a long time looking at its glossy exterior.

“How far we have come. And how much I hope we will never see another drop of blood for

years to come. But... we are only Clurvaen.” He puts it back in its display case.

Myrane hesitates to look at his uncle.

“I’m... I’m really sorry I took it. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, you better be! You know how hard this s**t is to keep? F**k, a single one of these costs a

f*****g fortune on the black market.”

“The black market! Not the normal one?”

“What! Oh, I mean yeah for both markets.”

He turns back to the rifle.

Silence for a bit.

“Was shooting it fun at least?”

“Huh? Wait, you never shot it before?”

“Wha- Of course I’ve shot it! I’ve just... Did you enjoy shooting it?”

“I mean you should see what I did to a can with it.”

She jumps off the ground and swipes the thing off the awning

“Hey, I just wiped your grimy little fingers off, god come on!”

The uncle sprints after the mischievous Myrane as a door clicks shut.

Author's Note

NGL, i'm just pasting from the original google documents, there might be errors, just critique the main story if you will