The Key Lies Between Both Worlds

Chapter 27

Narrator   

   Jack spoke loudly. "That's absurd! The King and Queen would never allow such a thing to happen, especially let their own daughter learn those things!" Amy gave Jack an evil look, daring him to say anything else against it. Sir Parker ignored Jack's comment and spoke to only Amy. "We shall train you in your magic abilities and in hand-to-hand combat as well as weapon combat. Go and choose whatever weapon you feel is best suited for yourself."

Amy smiled bright; joy filled her insides like never before. Two words went straight through her mind, it was in bold front, printed into her brain. Choice and freedom. Amy never had a choice in anything she did, her step father made sure of that. Freedom was something she never had either, her step father usually controlled every single thing she did in her life. Even at school, she was under his influence.

Taking those steps of greatness was breathtaking, it felt as if the steps were truly hers, and only hers. Amy quickened her steps; afraid they would be taken from her. She puffed out a sigh, her thoughts on walking and taking steps was symbolic, she wished she really was just talking about walking. A controlled, lowly spoken conversation started behind Amy, the speakers was Jack and Sir Parker.

Amy reached the weapon shelf, her eyes scanned over all the beautifully crafted weapons. The idea that each weapon was handled by all kinds of different warriors, made Amy feel honored to even look at such things, let alone to have one of the weapons as her owns. Amy tested out some of the weapons, the first weapon was a sword. It was similar to Jack's but different in its own very way.

The handle was rough with a leather bond over its metal frame. The blade was long, the length of Amy's arm and longer. It was a shiny silver metal, but a few scratches and dents engraved the blade, showing it was well loved. It was heavy to Amy, she tried swinging it fast but the swing seemed slow.

Leaf snuck up behind her, whispering in her ear. "It's pleasant seeing a beautiful ma lady use weapons like these, it's a bit arousing I would say." Amy whipped around on the balls of her feet, taking a step back from Leaf. "Your another reason why I want to train." Amy meant it as an insult but Leaf took it as a compliment, grinning big but acted as if he didn't hear Amy. "What ma lady?" Amy gave a grunt as she rolled her eyes, putting the sword back in its rightful place in the shelf. "Nothing." Leaf ignored her response and continued to get close, taking the unnecessary step closer to her, making no room for her to even breath. "So, ma lady, what did you think about the fight? Who do you think looked best while fighting?" Amy gave a side look to Leaf as her eyes caught interest in some blades in the shelf. "I would say, it doesn't matter who looks best while fighting. It matters most who survives in the end and who is the winner, not the best looking. You're a warrior, you should know things like that." Leaf seemed taken back by Amy's lack of interest in the conversation, thinking it would peek her interest in some way.

Amy's eyes were drawn over two beautiful blades. The two blades were hand held blades, almost like daggers. But both daggers were chained to each other, being linked to one and another. Leaf seen the way Amy's eyes sparked in curiously over the blades, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Those things are pure chaos. No one has ever learned to actually train in those idiotic blades. They were made by some crazy foreign Blacksmith. The bastard spoke like he was some god, saying that only true people who feast on their own pain would be able to use it. Spoken like a true crazy bastard."

Amy's interest was peeked through the window, her heart burned with curiosity. Amy took the blades down from their holding spot, treating them with the most absolute care.

The chain that linked both daggers on the end of each handle, hit the ground would a loud clunk.

Both blades felt light but had a hint of heaviness to both of them, they felt just right in Amy's hands. Both handles on the blades were shaped perfectly to her hands. The blades were a dark silver, having looked polished to many times. The back on the blades had a single thin black line on them. The handles were pure metal, having no type of bond wrapped on them. The chain that linked them was a solid pure black chain, no silver color could be found on it. The blades were short but long, as big as Amy's forearm, which was short but sort of long, being the average length. Amy's eyes scanned over the blades like they were art piece drawn by a skillful artist.

The blades just felt right to her, it felt like it was made just for her.

Amy whispered for only her and the blades to hear. "Choice and freedom."