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xantchaslegacy · 1 month

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#mtg #koth #tyvar kell #kaito shizuki #phyrexia #one

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incorrect-mtg · 2 months

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The Therapeutic Properties of Smashing Stuff

When Kaya arrives in Kaldheim, she expects to be swept away in Tyvar's endless enthusiasm. To be able to forget about the entire mess Oba made of Ravnica and the Phyrexian Invasion that instigated it all. But when she finally meets the elf, he's uncharacteristically somber.

It's easy to forget sometimes, with his youth and general bravado, that Tyvar Kell can be incredibly perceptive. So when he looks at Kaya and immediately announces they need to do something else before their long-awaited fishing trip, she just sighs and keeps pace with him.

They stop quite a distance away from the sea, at an unassuming rocky outcrop. Before she can ask what they are even doing there, Tyvar has already trasmuted a crude Warhammer out of the stone and shoved it into her hands.

She just stands there for a moment, holding the weapon, before asking "So… What am I doing with this?"

Tyvar gives her a grin that could rival the sun in brightness, before pointing at her "You," he shifts, pointing to the hammer "needs to smash," and to the rock in front of her "some stuff. It will help."

A moment of silence.

"… I'm not sure I follow?"

Tyvar hums, then approaches the closest boulder and says "let's see if this helps" before he touches it, his magic quickly shaping the rock into a crude but immediately recognizable bust.

She feels her fists tighten around the hammer instinctively.

It is clearly not to scale, of course, but that matters little for something as unique as Elesh Norn's headpiece. Kaya finally understands what Tyvar is going for here and gladly takes the opportunity.

The stone Norn is beautiful as it breaks down into pebbles from her swings.

Tyvar helps her along, conjuring more images of Phyrexians from the boulder: she tears apart obliterators, praetors, even the horrors that Phyrexia dared call "angels."

She doesn't know when, exactly, the figures she's destroying stop being supplied by her friend's magic.

With multiple swings, she smashes the rest of the Gatewatch. Teferi, who got HIS own happy ending; Ajani and Nissa, who let themselves be compleated in the first place — even though she knows, truly KNOWS, it was not their fault; Jace, self-sacrificial to a fault; Chandra, who left her alone to pick up the pieces of a group she wasn't even a founder of!

She strikes down the guildmasters of Ravnica, too caught up in their own self-importantance to realize everyone, everywhere is just as hurt if not more.

She tears down Oba, for daring to kill Teysa.

She swings a final time at an image of herself, for being so weak as to let it happen in the first place.

In the end, what had once been a boulder is unrecognizable, broke down into smaller parts. She's panting, barely able to raise the hammer again with how tired her arms are.

"So," Tyvar says, taking the chipped and cracked hammer from her "feeling better?"

Her response catches in her throat and she doesn't know if the sound that comes out of her mouth is closer to a laugh or a sob. She meets his gaze.

"I think… I need to smash another boulder."

#magic the gathering #kaya cassir #tyvar kell #short fanfic

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sylvan-librarian · 5 months

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