Imbolc
Arranged Marriage SakuraUchiha gift for @beyondthemoor because she’s amazing and deserves this. Hope you enjoy friend! Sorry for the rush edits and typos I’m sure I missed along the way.
She broke the night with the clashing of metal on metal. The fire was hot and glowing an angry red behind her as she brought the hammer back down to the anvil with another ring. Again and again she fashioned the form out of something formless until the end result was a blade hungry for moonlight and war.
“She who is adored by the poets, she who heals, and she who smiths bid me so that I may know what face do you wear for me tonight?”
Sakura looked up from her blade, now cold to the touch, and frowned at the figure just beyond the reach of her forge’s protective ring. The imp crouched low but threw its voice to appear elsewhere. It should have known better than to provoke her when she worked.
Returning her sword to the working table she trekked out to the edge of her forge and undid the ties around her sleeves, letting them fall free over her hands where her magic might be concealed. The imp shivered but did not retreat, not his first mistake but likely his last.
“Return to your shadows and take the fruits from your markets elsewhere. I do no welcome you to my lands. “
The imp chittered to itself in stressed glee. “Dear oh dear oh dear, oh dear, she bids me fleeeeee.”
Sakura lifted her hand and an older blade, larger and longer than any man’s arm might dare to wield hung suspended in air just beyond her fingertips. She twitched her pinky and the blade leveled horizontally, edges shining in moonlight.
The imp’s chittering cut off on a strangled gurgle of fear.
When she spoke her words were darker and calmer than well water. “Return, worm.”
It sprung from the shadows and stretched itself out on the ground, prostrate. “Exalted one! All respects to the goddess of the forge, the spring, and the healing, all respect to the triple goddess, all respect be brought to thee. We seek to humbly beg a seat at your wedding table for our master.”
Sakura’s ire wavered and then returned full force. Her fingers flexed and the blade impaled the imp through his body, cutting him neatly in half before he could regret the folly of his words. Her sword swung under the moonlight, dripping with black ichor she blew off before returning her sword to the world she kept it for.
“The nerve of some of these parasites.”
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