Magic Mayhem

With her adventure with Blizzard concluded, Zuqetta had returned to Sadala as she said she would; specifically, to the remains of her prior home. Located upon a cliff side in the Noble District; Zuqetta's manor had seen better days. Where once stood a finely built stone and marble home capable of housing an exceedingly large family; now sat a dilapidated structure, one only half the size of what it once was. Her apartment was in ruins, there was no point on returning; and yet, so too was her family home.

What was the point?

She could have returned to the Freezing Horizon, or to Blizzard's Outpost; but while she was accepted there, neither of those places were her home. She held great affection for her adopted Arcosian family; but it was only with Vennel that she had truly felt as though she belonged. Vennel was gone now, and the planet held nothing for her. Zuqetta clung to Sadala and the memory of Vennel, thinking of every Saiyan that lived here as her kin; but in truth, no matter how many she helped, they were strangers.

"Fuuuuu-"

Releasing a light breath, Zuqetta would lower her battle power lower and lower; making an attempt to break past that invisible threshold that she'd always found herself at. She sat outside her manor, atop the remnants of what was once a fountain decoration before the front door. Rubble hid the door itself, but that didn't mean the non-destroyed portions of the manor were inaccessible; there would simply need to be a bit of manual labor involved. Of course, tending to her manor wasn't her reason for being here; she simply had no where else to go, and didn't want to leave Sadala again.

"C'mon, erase your energy..." She would mutter to herself, "As low as it can go, then go beyond that... make it vanish..."

Zuqetta did her best to remain calm as she lowered her energy further, reaching a point where she was nearly at only a single percent of power. As she did so, she would keep her hands held out before her, envisioning a second focus of summoning her massive sword. To summon her sword required energy; to suppress her power would be to deny herself her sword. She focused on two opposing tasks as she trained, tasks that vehemently fought against one another.

It was still the early morning, with the sun only barely beginning to break it's light through the reddened horizon. She'd been training all night, and felt closer than ever to the answer she sought. In her studies, she found that energy existed within all things; be they living or not, there was always some form of energy. By using her inner energy, she could influence the energy of the invisible matter around her; using that matter, she could construct weapons of Ki. This was her attempt now, but with a focus on using as little of her inner energy as possible; surely it was possible, and it that was possible...

"Then maybe I can make a REAL sword..." She would mutter as she thought about Zerori's dagger, "Maybe... maybe it's because it was small? Like a knife?"

Suddenly, a chill would wash over Zuqetta; a chill unlike any other, especially considering the standard temperature of Plant. She would feel an item in her hand, and with a curious expression, would open her eyes to find the very knife she was imagining now within her grip. Zuqetta would freeze up in disbelief, though, not because of her finding; instead, it would be because of the previously felt chill. Her body was overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling; akin to having been struck in the stomach at full force. It wasn't a pain she felt however, but an emptiness. She felt as though she was suffocating, yet could breath just fine...

Her energy... was gone...?

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