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The next morning, I waited for mother and father to wake up before asking them over to my crib. "Doing something weird again, son?" Mother asked, sitting in a chair.
"Kinda," I nodded. "I'm going to produce a golden arrow from my hammerspace and stab myself with it, which will grant me a potentially-amazing power."
"What?!" She stood. "No, you're not going to stab yourself with anything! What if you die?!"
"I won't die," I shook my head. 'Probably. '
"How does this arrow give you a potentially-amazing power , and how did you obtain it?" Father asked calmly, though his eyes were narrow with concentration.
"Sometimes my blessing just... gives me things? Like, I've got four swords, a card that will summon a friend from another universe, and the arrow. As for how, it says there's some kind of virus that you need a strong willpower to survive, which will awaken the metaphysical manifestation of your fighting spirit in the form of what's called a Stand," I explained. "Which, thanks to the sixth awakening, I can do with incredible ease."
"And why do you have to stab yourself with it? Why can't you just nick a finger?" Mother asked, calming down.
"The arrow might as well have a will of its own, which takes control of your body and forces you to fully embed it in yourself," I answered. "Which is why I want you both to stay back unless you want to pick it up and shove it through your throat."
"What?!" Mother screeched.
' Ah, I shouldn't have put it that way... ' I thought with a wry smile. "Don't worry, I can fully heal in about ten minutes thanks to my blessing, which will get rid of the sickness and whatever damage I cause to myself."
"I will do it first," Aedon said, reaching out a hand.
"You can't seriously be entertaining this idea," Rel grabbed her husband by his collar and yelled into his ear. "This could kill you, and then what would we do? The kingdom would be without a king, and we would be without you!"
"Alistair is confident this won't kill him, and you have healing magic," Aedon said. "Besides, I doubt some puny arrow can kill me. I've been shot before, and I survived."
"But you could stab yourself in the throat, or the eye, then what would I do?" Rel demanded.
"I'd wear an eyepatch. I think it'd make me look pretty cool," Aedon said calmly. "I have my affinities in both of my eyes, anyways, so what's the harm?"
"What can these Stands even do?" Mother looked at me.
"There's two that appear as huge men who can punch really fast and really strong, and can stop time for a short duration, allowing the Stands and their users to move around, and stuff, while it's stopped," I described Star Platinum and The World.
"That would be pretty helpful during an assassination attempt," Aedon cocked his head to the side.
Mother simply sighed. "Fine, but I have to do it, as well!"
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