Ensiumlux

Rendel V

[Oh I'm sorry, did that leave you hanging? Too bad.]

I put Jess' gift in my room, she said to open it when I began my journey and I chose to follow her wish.

I was still angry at my dad, but now I could understand his situation. But something was still bothering me.

I had reacted way to good in that situation, which meant I was destined to be a Knight, and I hate destiny.

I don't believe in fate, I believe in the choices we make, not in an Almighty being that has our life planned.

It still made little sense, but I planned to make the best out of it.

I summoned my sword. It was as impressing as ever.

The black sheath, the black stone in its pommel, which at closer inspection had a strange glow inside, the handle and the guard, which were elegant but useful, and especially the blade itself. I was fascinated at its iridescence. Depending on how much light came into contact with, depended what shade of black it showed.

I then remembered that it had spoken to me before, so I tried talking to it, but there was no response.

I frowned at the sword, not sure if it could see me.

This sword is weird.

Speak for yourself, I heard a voice said.

I jumped out of fear and looked around trying to find the person who had talked, but there was no one. I stared back at the sword in fascination.

That's right, you can hear my thoughts.

Of course I do. How did we communicate before?

I felt like an idiot, why didn't I think of that before?

Don't feel like an idiot. You are one.

Thanks.

I could feel something like amusement and noticed it was actually the sword.

Wait, we can even communicate feelings?

Of course we can. Our connection is deeper than you think. And its part of your training to be able to express any kind of things with me through your mind. In other words, be my eyes and ears.

This was making less and less sense but I chose to let it be, after all, I was talking with him with my mind.

Anyways, what is your name? I bet you know mine, but I've never heard yours.

My name is Bokyaku. It's written on my scabbard, but you don't know that language yet. It's written in the ancient language of the gods: the Ishari.

That explains why I've never seen it before.

Exactly.

Well, tell me about yourself.

Huh?

Yeah, I mean. Reginald said I had to get to know you, right?

He did. But this is not the way.

How can knowing someone is not done by talking?

You'll see soon enough.

Just then, I felt a shiver down my spine, I couldn't guess what it was, but before I could do anything else, Reginald came into my room saying.

"Give me Bokyaku and get ready to leave!"

"Why?"

"They've found us."