Second Sight

The Royal Blacksmiths

I am getting back to the plot line of the show now, soooo... ya.

In a stone tomb the serpentine were walking down the dim corridors in search for the next fang blade. Pythor stopped abruptly, causing Skales to bump into him.
"Why musssst me ssstop, when the next fang blade iss jussst ahead of usss?" Skales hissed in irritation.
Pythor sighed. "What good is finding the next fang blade, when you're not around to see it?" He proved his point by hitting the ground with his staff, causing the ground to crumble next to them. He called for Lloyd to be brought forth.
As they came forward, Lloyd looked at Pythor with hope shimmering in his bright green eyes. "You're letting me go?"
"Only to retrieve the next fang blade. If you succeed, then I'll let you go."
Lloyd cautiously made his way around the hole Pythor's staff had formed. He ran through a shower of arrows shot out of the wall. Then he had to hurriedly crawl under spikes coming down from the ceiling. And just when he thought he was safe, the ceiling started crumbling and Lloyd was carried on a sea of rocks straight to the fang blade podium.
When he got there, however, the fang blade was gone.
"IT'S GONE!" Lloyd called through the halls. "ARE YOU GONNA LET ME GO?!"
"NO!"
Lloyd hung his head in disappointment.

Meanwhile, the ninja, Nya and Grace were all gathered in the bridge, staring at a hologram of a fang blade while trying to decipher the location of the next fang blade.
"Though they got the first one," Nya explained. "And we just need one to stop Pythor, they have a map and we don't. So the question remains, how are we gonna find them first?"
"Hmm," Grace mune red. "That blade looks kinda familiar." "I know," Cole
"Heh I still can't get over the fact that you were the mysterious samurai," Jay gushed as Nya smirked. "Is anyone else blown away like I am?"
Grace rolled her eyes as Kai replied. "We're over that. Can we move on?"
"Oooh, someone's a little hot under the collar!" Jay pointed.
"Perhaps his impatience is because he has not yet found inner peace and unlocked his full potential like you and I have, Jay," Zane replied.
"Nice observation Mr. Roboto," Kai shot back. "But Cole hasn't found it either."
"I got it!" Cole shouted. Grace looked at him in surprise.
"You unlocked it?" Kai cried. "Oh, who am I the only one?!"
"No, I remembered why that blade looks familiar!"
Cole ran off and brought back a photo album. He opened it to a picture of the fang blade inside a trophy.
"Oh yeah!" Grace exclaimed. "Now I remember! It's the blade cup!"
"Back where we grew up, they had this competition and this was the prize. Our dad competed in it every year!"
"You never told us your father was an acclimated athlete," Zane remarked.
"Oh uh, that's because he's a... blacksmith."
"Nothing wrong with that," Kai said. "Our father was a blacksmith, too."
"Not that kind of blacksmith," Grace replied. "He's a Royal Blacksmith." She grabbed the book from Cole and flipped the page, turning to a picture of a man holding a trophy.
"That's your dad?" Jay asked.
"Wait," Kai started. "How did the fang blade become a trophy?"
"Well," Cole replied. "Supposedly, it was made by some guy named... uh Dutch.."
"Clutch?" Grace asked.
"Yes! Clutch Powers, who collected priceless artifacts. Anyway, it's passed down to each year's winner."
"Who has it now?" Zane asked.
"I don't know. I haven't spoken to my father in years." He turned to Grace for help.
She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I don't know either. I remember Dad talking to me about it but I kinda zoned out."
Cole sighed.
Kai placed a hand on Cole's shoulder. "Well maybe we should call him up."