You did not say it's her bow.
Thus it's not her bow if I don't want it to be her bow.
Thus, deal with it.
Also, who said that all our weapons were hidden in the same room?
"Okay, listen up. Whoever is here was strong enough to not only incapacitate all of us, but also capture us. Now, I think it would be best if we teamed together. So go ahead and introduce yourself. I'll start. I'm Xerolance and you do not wanna get on my bad side. Who's next. How 'bout you, story teller?"
Jennifer frowned. She was not liking this man who reeked of death. "My name is Jennifer Lunaria," she said. "I'm probably the only one that knows more about this whole situation than the rest of you, so I don't think you should be talking to me in that tone."
"The name's Zeph," said the brown-haired young man. "This hot chick here seems to know what's going on," he said, gesturing toward Jennifer, "so I say we follow her."
Jennifer sighed. "Fine," she said, "follow me if you want. I need to find my weapon first, and then find my friend." Then, she walked toward the door, now unlocked by the Gargoyle-like creature.
Jennifer, Zeph, and Xerolance walked along the narrow stone hallway, the same one the Gargoyle-like creature walked moments ago. She saw a locked door, but did not bother trying to open it, because she knew perfectly where her magical bow of Light, Lucias, was located. The weapon was made from a portion of her very soul, and thus one could not hope to hide the weapon from her.
After walking for several more minutes, the three of them arrived at what appeared to be a gate, rather than a door. Mechanically, it was not locked, but it did not need to be; intricate carvings of arcane runes and sigils were etched onto the gate, and they glowed a faint shade of purple in the darkness. She turned toward the two men behind her. "Both of you appear to be magic users, so I assume that you can see the barrier of energy that is blocking our way?"
"Of course," said Xerolance. His eyes bore into the magical carvings with unnatural intensity, as though he was analyzing its composition and weakness in the span of two seconds. "It's a simple obstruction spell," he said. "Not even worth my time to take it down."
"What?" Zeph raised his voice, angered by that remark. "Are you suggesting that our powers are so inferior to yours, that we only deserve to do your dirty work for you?"
"Cool it," said Jennifer. "We're trying to work together here, remember?" She concentrated, focusing her powers. Her left palm began to glow, a soft, calming shade of blue. Reaching out with her hand, Jennifer gently touched the shimmering magical runes. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen; then the runes suddenly lit up, glowing brighter and turning into the same shade of blue as Jennifer's aura. Within seconds, all the purple in the carvings were replaced by blue, and they glowed twice as bright as before; then the blue lights began to fade, growing dimmer and dimmer as it was absorbed back into Jennifer's palm. When she was finished, the carvings were still there, but they were now dull and lifeless, having lost all their arcane luster. "If you took it down by force, it might have triggered some sort of alarm. I simply disabled it, so whoever set up the spell shouldn't have noticed anything strange."
"Whatever," Xerolance muttered. "I probably could've killed whatever they throw at me."
After opening the gate and walking into the room, the sight that lay before Jennifer shocked her for a few seconds. Torrents and wisps of energies, blue and red in color, swirled and danced around each other, turning the room into a psychedelic kaleidoscope of color. The energies seemed to bite and tear at each other, and Jennifer could see why; the soft, gentle blue energy belonged to Light, while the savage, bloodthirsty red belonged to Darkness, and suffice to say that those two elements never got along well.
In the center of the fireworks of light, Jennifer could see two distinct shapes. One of them seemed to be simply a long bar of silvery white metal, emanating the blue aura of Light; the other was a wicked, malicious longsword, its edges glowing a dark shade of scarlet. The bar of metal, when reshaped by Jennifer's powers, would become her bow Lucias; but the sword... Is that the Grim Cestean? She thought. The Grim Cestean, as she had read about eons ago, was a terrible weapon of death and carnage; it devoured the souls of its victims, and those who died around it. The appearance of that weapon disturbed her, and it was natural that her weapon of Light would violently reject its baleful aura.
"Hey, that's my sword!" Xerolance shouted. He quickly ran to the crimson blade, and pulled it out of the stone floor. Then he kicked the bar of white metal that was the Lucias. "What's this stupid metal stick doing to my sword?"
Jennifer's eyebrows twitched. This person's attitude was starting to annoy her. "That metal stick," she said through her clenched, perfectly white teeth, "is my weapon, Lucias, the Bow of Moonlight. It's no surprise that it doesn't like your Grim Cestean." With a flick of her slender wrist, the silver-white metal bar launched itself from the stone floor toward Jennifer's hand. She gripped it tightly, and the surface of the metal rippled like quicksilver; blue sigils of Light were etched into the bar's surface, and the bar curved and bent as though manipulated by an unseen force. Two thin strings, made of concentrated white Light, sprouted out of the bar's two ends and connecting at the middle, turning the bar into an elegant longbow.
Suddenly, Jennifer realized that something was wrong, a split second before the gate slammed shut. The ground began to shake violently. The floor beneath where the two weapons were originally buried started to crack. Out of the abyssal crevices, something began to emerge. Something that was large and not very friendly.
Jennifer put her fingers on her bowstring, an arrow made of condensed Light materializing out of thin air. She aimed it at the cracks in the floor, ready to let loose her shaft of moonlight as soon as the beast emerged.
