The Return Of The Sword (Romulus Agustus) [TBS]

Part 19

I walked as slowly and as quietly as I could through the little Britannia village in the early morning, so early that the sun had yet to rise over the horizon, not a single light on in any of the windows of the homes,  the only sound the creaking and whistling in the tree's and my own steps across the cobblestones. I did my best not to think about it all as I reached the little cottage at the edge of the village where a gentle flicker of firelight casgaged across the earth from the window. I have the window a gentle tap before standing in front of the door. Soon enough it opened 

"Romulus? come in" Merlin says letting me into his little house, he went to throw another log on his fire before he turned and really saw me "What's the matter?"

".... something happened."

"Romulus, I have been by your side and within your household, since you were a child in Rome, whatever it is you can tell me," He says I didn't need to speak I simply threw the stupid thing on the table he looked at it wrapped still in blankets and back to me with a solemn look in his eyes "What is that Romulus?"

"I don't need to tell you what that is merlin" 

"How.... when.... wh-"

"I want rid of it. do what you want with it, melt it, bury it, I don't care I just don't ever wanna see it again" 

"Romulus, I need not remind you the legend that this sword holds"

"no. I never wanted to be an emperor, I don't want to be some chosen child. I'm just Romulus nothing else, that sword has brought me nothing but pain."

"why did you fetch it then?"

"I didn't" I said "It's.... been calling me, I've been having nightmares and dreams about that stupid legend"

"how long?"

"what does it matter?"

"Romulus! tell me. how long have you been having nightmares?"

"The last two years,"

"are they of things that have come to pass? or have yet to?"

"Neither. its nothing just that stupid legend going over and over"

"Calling out to you"

"yes, I found it in the woods. almost a year ago. I got lost and... i found it"

"No. it found you"

"I know. I left it went home"

"Then why is it now on my table?"

"Arthur. he went walking in the woods he came home with it"

"Arthur. Arthur took the sword that has been sealed within stone almost to the day for seventeen years,  took the hilt in  his hand and took it home like a stick or twig, did he struggle to carry it at all?"

"why would he? its a tiny sword built for small hands, why do you think I could hold it so well?"

"I sword forced thousands of years ago, to fit a hand-designed to rule fitting the hand of a child. not only a child but a slender small child"

"SO what!"

"Romulus... you know this sword would not have returned without purpose"

"No! No I don't want it! I never wanted it! I won't take it!"

"No. you won't" He says taking a seat by the fire "how could I have been so foolish"

"What are you talking about?"

"One edge to defend, one to defeat. In Britannia was I forged to fit the hand of he, who is destined to rule. forced into the very steal of the sword thousands of years ago by a blacksmith with powers and knowledge lost to time, gifted to Your ancestor Juliar Cesar as it was believed in his conquest to conquer the known world he must have been the one it was forced for, when he was murdered it was sealed away by your ancestor Tiberreas as he knew it didn't fit him and he wanted to cling to his presumed power, kingdoms rose and fall all while that sword was exactly where it was meant to be, that sword has always founds its way to the hand it was forced for, it wasn't sealed away for the defence of blood and honour it was sealed away happily waiting, for the right hand to have come. When you found the sword it followed you. sat on your hip your whole journey to Britannia was held by a master roman in battle before finding its way back to you. you may have thrown it away Romulus but it waited patiently waiting in the woods for the right hand to come. Arthur has now removed it proving once again this sword is needed."

"Arthur's just a child"

"So where you" 

"its not possible, there's no way anyone could have-"

"unbenounced to you, you did exactly as it was foreseen you would." He says and I froze almost collapsing "One Mother a Celtic born traveller always defenders of their homes and people, a boy who defeated all battles before him, blood of a cesar, having even defeating a blood line he was born into, born in Britannia. With the blood and the mind to rule." he says "Arthur is your son, he has the blood of Rome and Britannia, the blood of the conquer Juliar Cesar, of the fearful Tiberias, of the kings and queens of half the known world, a child still but already drawn to the sword and its many ways, with small delicate, slender and strong hands. Arthur is the one the legend has always been promising, you, me, all of us were merely the stepping stones, without your exlie to capir you would never have taken it, without the battle on the green you would never have disagreed it, you would never have met y/n and married her, it was all as it should have been, for arthur to be king. to become king of Britannia to rule over her and bring peace to her in a time of uncertainty to take hold of the world and bring us forward out of these dark ages."

"it.... it was never meant to be me. but... my children -"

"Romulus!" Someone yelled from outside I opened the door and saw my neighbour the butchers boy he was paniced and gasping for breath "It's y/n!"

my blood went cold the moment he said those words I didn't care about anything else I bolted out the house and down the street going as fast as my feet would carry me to get home.