Old art reuploaded from DA, May 2021
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Silver stood alone, in the aftermath of the battle, bruised and bloodied; not an ounce of fight left in him. But they had won. Silver and Angie had fought with everything they had. For their new friends, and for his love, they gave everything, and were victorious.
...but at what cost? The broken remains of his sword lay at Silver’s hooves. The once glowing gemstone embedded in its pommel darkened. It was the decisive blow that had shattered the blade: the cost of victory. But this was no ordinary sword: it was a magical artifact. Brute force alone cannot destroy an artifact! The magic within will eventually restore it.
“You’ve done it, Silver! It was your strength that carried you to victory.”
He was surprised as a figure materialized in the air before him: a multi-winged equine creature, familiar to him from the art he had seen throughout his youth. “My time in this world has come to an end,” she spoke. “It is time that I must return home. I have lost count of how many centuries I have been gone.”
Silver remembered their times spent together. The years training in the arts of swordplay and light magic with his family. When the family sent them on this quest, he met all his new friends, and fell in love. He remembered her guidance, and her judgement at the many times he made a questionable choice. And the way they fought together as one, versus friend or foe alike. His bond with Angie was like no other: one that almost every creature would never experience in their lifetime. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Maybe if he had been more careful...
“Do not fret. This is the way it should be: it’s not your fault,” she said, reading his exact thoughts. “My heart overflows with pride for you. Your inheritance was merely a tool: your quest, your sword… my power. It was your heart of justice that brought you victory today, and will bring many more. Everything you need is within you, and always has been.”
The tears were pouring down Silver’s face. Angie’s words filled him with pride, but that pride was outweighed by sadness. There was so much he wanted to say, but he could only choke out a few words. “No… I’m not ready.”
“Saying goodbye is never easy. I have seen generations of your family come and go, all departing too soon: I forget how brief the lives of mortals are. You will say goodbye many times in your life, and you will never be truly prepared. Appreciate what time you have together, and remember your happiness afterward. Our time together has truly been wonderful. I will forever remember your family, and I will forever cherish the memory of you.”
The apparition faded into mist, leaving behind the broken sword: an empty shell of precious metals.
“Goodbye, Silver.”
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From the initial sketch to the finished piece, this art took nearly three weeks to complete (exactly three weeks if you count the inspiration period)
Despite being over a year old, I still love how this piece turned out.
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Silver stood alone, in the aftermath of the battle, bruised and bloodied; not an ounce of fight left in him. But they had won. Silver and Angie had fought with everything they had. For their new friends, and for his love, they gave everything, and were victorious.
...but at what cost? The broken remains of his sword lay at Silver’s hooves. The once glowing gemstone embedded in its pommel darkened. It was the decisive blow that had shattered the blade: the cost of victory. But this was no ordinary sword: it was a magical artifact. Brute force alone cannot destroy an artifact! The magic within will eventually restore it.
“You’ve done it, Silver! It was your strength that carried you to victory.”
He was surprised as a figure materialized in the air before him: a multi-winged equine creature, familiar to him from the art he had seen throughout his youth. “My time in this world has come to an end,” she spoke. “It is time that I must return home. I have lost count of how many centuries I have been gone.”
Silver remembered their times spent together. The years training in the arts of swordplay and light magic with his family. When the family sent them on this quest, he met all his new friends, and fell in love. He remembered her guidance, and her judgement at the many times he made a questionable choice. And the way they fought together as one, versus friend or foe alike. His bond with Angie was like no other: one that almost every creature would never experience in their lifetime. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Maybe if he had been more careful...
“Do not fret. This is the way it should be: it’s not your fault,” she said, reading his exact thoughts. “My heart overflows with pride for you. Your inheritance was merely a tool: your quest, your sword… my power. It was your heart of justice that brought you victory today, and will bring many more. Everything you need is within you, and always has been.”
The tears were pouring down Silver’s face. Angie’s words filled him with pride, but that pride was outweighed by sadness. There was so much he wanted to say, but he could only choke out a few words. “No… I’m not ready.”
“Saying goodbye is never easy. I have seen generations of your family come and go, all departing too soon: I forget how brief the lives of mortals are. You will say goodbye many times in your life, and you will never be truly prepared. Appreciate what time you have together, and remember your happiness afterward. Our time together has truly been wonderful. I will forever remember your family, and I will forever cherish the memory of you.”
The apparition faded into mist, leaving behind the broken sword: an empty shell of precious metals.
“Goodbye, Silver.”
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From the initial sketch to the finished piece, this art took nearly three weeks to complete (exactly three weeks if you count the inspiration period)
Despite being over a year old, I still love how this piece turned out.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unicorn
Size 1280 x 960px
File Size 205.9 kB
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