Amazing piece done by the always wonderful   DespicableCrowButt

Siber belongs to me,   TheGoldenJackal

ORIGINAL POST: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32602542/

It's always a pleasure to see Crow experiment with her art. She was very happy with how she did this one, and I am, too!

This was a finished piece from the sketch page I got from her: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32591915/

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“Awaken, o chosen one,” a voice said.

Siber opened his eyes and searched for the source. It was the middle of the night, and Luca was asleep next to him. He slowly moved her arm from around his chest. She rustled a bit under the blanket and turned around after letting out a small sigh, as if she was used to this.

The moon was full. Dark clouds surrounded the light shining down from the silver sky. Almost instantly, rain started falling from the sky. It was just a slight drizzle, but Siber knew that it would pick up into a downpour very quickly. This was the Caena region after all.

“Look to the sky, chosen one,” the voice spoke once again, “and follow the lightning.”

The night sky lit up. A white-hot crack was the cause. Siber pinpointed where it struck nearly instantly. He moved towards the area while the thunder boomed in the distance.

After a minute’s walk, he reached the area where the lightning had struck. Orange embers burned the grass, even under the rain.

“You have done what I could not, o child mine,” the voice said to Siber.

The jackal perked his ears and tilted his head. While he knew the voice was speaking to him directly, he still did not know who it belonged to. It was a stranger’s voice, but at the same time, it was familiar.

Lightning struck again in the distance. Siber moved towards it.

“Your flames have burned bright ever since you were born. You have used those flames to burn the evil from this land,” the voice explained.

Siber kept following the lightning. Each time, the wait between flash and thunder grew shorter and shorter. This path of lightning finally led him to a clearing with a lone tree in the center.

“It is time you receive your blessing. You have kept your part of the deal,” the voice spoke again.

The golden jackal looked up, noticing the clouds above start to begin a downpour. A red flash lit up the sky as a crimson bolt of lightning pierced the night sky. It struck the tree in front of him and set it ablaze in blue flames. Siber walked towards the fire.

Like the voice, the fire was familiar. Siber sensed that it was someone’s soulfire. It burned brighter than his own, brighter than if Luca was standing next to him. He reached out to it.

The flames surrounded his hands, and intertwined his body. It weaved around him, marking him. His once solid gold pelt now was etched with white markings on his hands and face.

As the flames reached his back, the flames burned even brighter than they were before. Siber could feel the flames etching something onto his back. He could feel every movement. It seemed like it was something specific it was etching, something that represented his own soulfire.

Without hesitation, without seeing it, Siber knew what it was.

A sword.

He closed his eyes and opened his right hand. His own soulfire weaved around him as well. A sword formed in his palm, like it did the day in Io, and soulfire wings grew on his back.

Siber turned around. He absorbed all the soulfire around him. He opened his eyes. They now glowed with a pearlescent light, with shining gold irises in the center.

“Now, go forth. Continue your fight against the evil that has cursed my land,” the voice spoke up again, “enact your judgement on the deserving.”

The golden jackal nodded. His soulfire burned through his new markings. He took one last moment to enjoy this ritual, and the path he had taken. Before he started walking back to where he came from, the voice spoke one last time.

“Revel in this power I have given you, O Champion Mine.”