Arthur 4 : The return of the prince

Chapter 18

The whole audience was breathless or shocked at the miracle that had just occurred. Betameche and Gwidalia both had their jaws dangling as King Sifrat of Matradoy swung back from his throne, disoriented by this flash before being put back on his feet by Miro and Mino whose eyes were still wide open under the effect of surprise. Only Eldarion remained static, nevertheless displaying an impressed air and a smile of satisfaction.

Selenia, princess of royal blood of the first kingdom, finally held the sword of power in her hands. She herself could not believe it, and was extremely surprised at what she had accomplished at that moment. Then in his mind was a phrase that had been said to him years ago when the situation was more than desperate at that moment:

"We must always believe in the miracle!"

Words heavy in meaning and easily adaptable to the present situation. Indeed, a miracle had occurred before her, even better, she was at the origin of this miracle. For the first time, she had extracted the sword of power from the rock of which she was a prisoner and began to feel the effects of her act.

Taking her breath after the effort, Selenia raised her head and saw Eldarion applaud her, looking happy. Faced with this reaction, she smiles in turn.

"You have finally understood the objective of this duel, princess. And you also managed to face your torments so that you could finally wield the sword of power. Congratulations to you." declared Eldarion full of pride.

"So that was your goal, to give me redemption before you so that in the future I could prove worthy of my father’s throne. But what about you then? Your own redemption?" asked Selenia with a voice of mixed happiness and slight anxiety.

"Everything in time, princess. Mine will come in time. For now, I suggest you finish our challenge so that you can take full advantage of your new powers," replied Eldarion.

Selenia turned her head to her father who had risen and sat on her throne. Full of happiness, the latter shook her head with his arms.

"Let's do this" Selenia replied with a smile, taking back her second sword.

"Do you allow me to carry a weapon too, princess?" asked humbly Eldarion who held out his hand in the void.

"Do so," allowed the princess to stand in combat position with her two swords. His left hand held firmly the sword that Gwidalia had given him for his journey to Batilga. The right hand grabbed the sword of power it had just acquired and which granted it benefits never acquired before.

Eldarion used his outstretched hand to summon a telekinesis magic that bewitched the weapon hidden by his big bag. Reacting to this magic, a gigantic sword spun in the air towards Eldarion until its sleeve found its place in the right hand of its owner.

Selenia looked at this new weapon, and found that it was as sublime in its aesthetics as it was monstrous in its size. This large sword seemed to be as big as she was, a weapon wielding with both hands of a nyrilorn because it was adapted to beings like them.

Selenia was also captivated by the beauty of this work. The golden guard of this large sword was finely engraved with a circular pattern while the large blade was traversed by runes similar to those frequently used in the seven kingdoms.

Eldarion took his sword with both hands and placed it in front of him, masking part of his face.

"Fear not, princess. This weapon is not magic," he said before continuing his explanation. It was given to me long before the creation of my magic hammer, when I was still a young recruit in the nyrilorns armies, under the tutelage of my commander, the matriarch Velidia."

"It is impressive, Eldarion. Your people are decidedly gifted with a well-pronounced know-how," said Selenia with wonder.

"I thank you, princess. Now, let’s finish it," replied Eldarion, who in turn put himself in the position of attack.