Adventures of the Crown: The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn

Chapter 4

The first attempts to destroy the pendant yielded no results. They tried standing on it, throwing it at the cave wall, and Lynnette had even tried to strike it with her blade, but each time the artefact seemed to reflect any damage done to it.

Exasperated, Lynnette threw it back onto the shrine. "What does it take to destroy this stupid thing!" She said with vexation.

Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly for a moment. He then let out a long sigh and offered her the torch he was holding. "Hold this," he said to Lynnette as she took it, a look of confusion washing over her face. He then gave her the sword he had been wielding, and after a bit of fidgeting, he pulled around another sheath that he had hidden under his cloak.

Tilting her head to one side as she watched him, Lynnette gave a rather puzzled, "we tried swords already. What are you up to?"

"Well," Fenryn began as he held the sheath out in front of him. Slowly he pulled out the sword within it and peered at it intently. "It is obvious normal weapons will do nothing, but this blade has silver mixed in with iron." He continued.

Lynnette gave an even more perplexed look. "I don't understand what that has to do with anything at all." She said with an unimpressed tone to her voice. She looked at the blade rather carefully. It seemed like a normal sword to her, though she could indeed see that there was silver mixed in with the iron. To her, the idea of mixing metals like this was absurd at best.

Fenryn looked up from the blade to meet her dark brown eyes. A strange seriousness rested in his expression. "I'm not surprised you don't know, since the magic used by your people is natural, and works in one with nature. However," he said as he now pointed the sword towards the shrine, "magic of humans and... whatever you call your people in the cities, those who no longer have natural magic, are weakened by silver."

Wide eyes blinked at the human before her, as Lynnette took this new information in. Was there really two kinds of magic? Why? And didn't all magic come from nature itself? And if not, then why? And how did it differ from the magic she knew?

"This," Fenryn then continued, "is why our mages are under tight restrictions. Their magic is born of the old Gods, and it is because of this; that they are easily possessed by them."

This man continued to surprise her with the vast knowledge he possessed. Just who was he, really? "The Malruthiia." She said quietly, "that is what we call those who live with the humans." Though she explained this, her true attention was still upon the sword. The more she looked at it, the more she thought she understood.

Fenryn raised the sword up high enough to get enough momentum in order to strike at the shrine and pendant, aiming his blow carefully.

"You're one of the King's knights, that's why you know so much," Lynnette stated bluntly, and with an irritable tone. "I should have known right away, typical."

At her words, Fenryn lost his focus, and he missed the shrine completely. "W-what?" He said, turning to look at her. He blinked at her for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. "I am not... well it is more complicated than that, but... what I mean is, does it matter who, or what I am?" He stumbled on his words, not really sure what to say in response to her statement.

Lynnette's lips thinned as she eyed him once more with suspicion. "You cannot fool me. That sword has the seal of the Knights of Terra. You know too much to be a simple guard, and no bandit knows as much as you do about my people, or magic, or much of anything really."

Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck. "Does it really bother you that much?" He asked. "Can we not work together any further?"

As he gave her a gloomy look, Lynnette found herself faltering a little. "I... no, no it is fine..." she grumbled, looking away from the man. "I just... you let me insult your King, so..."