In the western rooms of Lord Hidden Blue Tears' mansion, a sad spider grass elemental was making her way through the western rooms. Her name was Tearful Grasivak, a sad spider grass elemental with a tendency to watch the sky rather than the ground. So as she searched the rooms, her gaze was more on the high ceilings than on the ground floor part of the rooms.
The one who had defeated two others of its kind did not think highly of this one. As it moved shadow to shadow, not making a sound as it did so. Its thoughts were already on the disappointment that was sure to come as it was prevented from delivering the final blow to this one as well.
Despite knowing this, it did not stop it from closing in on its prey. As it was in its nature to do what it does now, it could not stop its own nature. So its blade now held high, it made to slash at its prey. Only to find itself rapidly dodging to the side as tearful Grasivak almost ran it through with one of its legs that had a coating of tear acid on it.
The sad grass spider elemental was not affected by her own acid, and so Tearful Grasivak used this to her advantage. Using her own acid tears to turn her legs into acid spears. The two in this first round of clashes had gotten to see each other's skill, and so the clash continued to try and press their skill over the other. The creature moved from shadow to shadow trying to get within a blind spot but found itself countered every time with an acid spear thrust to counter its thrusting of its shadow blade.
So it was that the room became a ballroom as each side danced around the other, constantly searching and thrusting for the weak spot that they knew would be there. The dance slowed and sped up as each side gained and lost momentum in the clash. Though both knew as this went on, one of them would find the timing and the spot to strike that would clearly show who was predator and who was prey.
Though eventually a mistake was made as it had been before, and so experience proved to be the downfall of tearful Grasivak, as she was used to fighting with just blades from above. So it was that for a moment as she watched the shadows move around her, she felt the urge to look to the ceiling, and so her opponent took the chance, and so who was prey and who was hunter was decided.
A thrust of the blade made of shadow, and it was over. It did not try to make a final blow and simply moved towards the last one to hunt it could hunt. It didn't need to look to know that the hidden one was taking its last prey safely away from its reach. So it went to the southern rooms of the hidden mansion to end the hunt.
Weeping Grassinia waited in one of the furthest rooms in the south direction of the hidden mansion. It knew the prey wasn't in the room with her, and so it would come to her eventually if she simply waited long enough. So she lay there curled, ready to leap on the one who would come for her. She waited a long time, not moving; the only sound heard was the dripping of her acid poison falling off her and hitting the floor.
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The dripping sound echoed across the space around her. Luckily the maze of rooms around her caused the sound to echo, making it hard to know where it originated from. Which only benefited her ambush, as the sound would no doubt confuse her prey as it tried to find her, thus making it easier for her to pounce upon it.
She waited, her patience seemingly near limitless, as she waited for the prey to come across her sight. Then she began to hear a small, quiet whoosh sound getting closer and closer. She waited there, being perfectly still, until her prey appeared before her, and she pounced with no hesitation or full movement as her head was suddenly next to it, hitting down.
It managed to dodge but only enough so that she didn't cut it in half but instead got its right leg. It used shadows to appear on the opposite side of the rock, trying desperately to get distance as it threw his hunter into view. The two eyed each other, taking each other in, while knowing the hunter had been established with that first blow.
Then in an explosion of movement, they moved. Weeping Grassinia moved across the room almost impossibly fast while her prey used shadows to move out of the way and tried to hit her with its blade of shadow. It failed at this and so kept desperately jumping from shadow to shadow, as its physical movements were limited with its newly injured leg.
The hunt continued on like that, the two charging and dodging across it. The sounds of fast-moving sad grass elemental centipedes were mixed with the desperate swings of a blade of shadow moving through the air. So it was just as happened to the others: a mistake was made, though this time it was the one that made it. As it put too much weight on the injured leg, causing it to tip over.
The unbalanced moment was short but was more than enough time for weeping Grassinia to make her move, and so it was that the only sound in the silence was its head bouncing across the floor. It was like the ringing of a bell signaling the end, and much to the great happy tears of weeping Grassinia, a scroll appeared to tell her the creature's tragic tale.
Truly a sad tale worthy to end this great and tragic hunt on. Weeping Grassinia thought it herself. Truly this was one of many tragic tales found and made throughout this tragic hunt for the hidden blue tear, and ending it in the mansion that was his home was truly the saddest place to end it. Weeping, Grassinia's tears nearly flooded the floor with her sadness that these sad tales had ended it.
She was also hopeful for another. For truly there were more tragic epics for her to hear of and to be a part of herself. So consumed was she with the fear of her hearing no more great tragic tales that she had learned within the tragic hunt that she missed the Lord's presence.
"It is time to see if you can handle the taste of tears that flow like rivers." Lord hidden blue tear said from far above her. Weeping Grassinia looked up in surprise, then cried even more tears of burning acid as she knew under such a great lord the great tragic tales had only just begun to be made.
