Miscellaneous Things

The Sword of Pyrolon

Long ago, a sword was forged for royalty. It was the pinnacle of swords in the land. When its maker decided to have it enchanted, there came a horrible oversight. For the enchanter they hired was a thief.

"Thief. That's what they call me. Isn't that just ridiculous?" he said as he adjusted his hair precisely in the handheld mirror before looking over to his accomplice. "I'd say I'm far beyond a thief."

"If that's what you insist. I heard the royal family is looking for it however," his accomplice said. "Shouldn't you be worried for your life, Dirtsinger?"

The handle of the mirror cracked a bit.

"Don't call me that. My name is and will always be Daffodil," he insisted. "Besides, shouldn't you be worried for your life too? You can't even run out on me."

"Hmm.. Well... It's not like I have anything else to look forward to," he said cheerfully, smiling. "You'd die first, so I want to at least watch how you fall so miserably. Dirtsinger."

"Ugh. It's Daffodil," Daffodil repeated as he glared at his accomplice and lowered his mirror. "If you weren't so good at fortune telling, I would have cut you to pieces!"

"Lucky that I'm better than you," the accomplice said before he took the handheld mirror and faced away from the mirror with it. "You still enchanted that good blade, right? What enchantment did you seal upon it?"

"Jadesleeper, you think I would enchant it?" Daffodil said accusatively. "Of course not. You must think me a madman to risk my life to do that. An enchanter's business is a dangerous one."

"Heh, you're one to talk. You're the most wanted fellow in the whole entirety of this kingdom," Jadesleeper chattered as he stared into the full moon inside the mirror. "You're already risking your life with pretending to be an enchanter."

Daffodil rolled his eyes, annoyed at his accomplice. He then looked up to the dark cloudy sky; the clouds shined a navy blue when they passed by the envious moon. He could almost see the moon's envy to not have a mighty weapon, for it was defenseless and alone. The clouds accompanying the moon were merely following for the sake of wandering to a place of rest; it could be the very edge of the world. Some place that only dreamers could reach when they throw everything else that mattered to them to the unforgiving wind.

"Ah. Good news. Your pile of luck hasn't been ran dry yet," Jadesleeper remarked as he broke the silence and turned away from the mirror. "Within the moon, I spy that the king and queen will get involved tomorrow. You'll live for another day, Dirtsinger."

"Tsk. Luck doesn't play into anything," he argued as he stepped across the roof's tips effortlessly in a performative manner. "Skill is what matters. Let's be on our way."

Jadesleeper sighed as he followed Daffodil's direction plainly. He personally doubted that anything Dirtsinger achieved wasn't due to luck. In his opinion, everyone's names ordained their destinies. The worser the birth name, the better the good luck is.

"So what do you hope to get out of that sword? Are you hoping to make quick cash out of it?" Jadesleeper conversed as Daffodil rolled his eyes and played with the sword. "Don't tell me you want to be a swordsman now. There's no time for it."

"Hmph. I'll say nothing, in that case," he retorted sharply. "Don't you have more fortune telling to mess with? Or are you seeking to be a conman again?"

"Better a conman than a thief," Jadesleeper said as he hopped over a rooftop's embedded edge. "At least, there's a more steady flow of income."

"You're always found out thanks to your dependence on your wings," Daffodil jabbed before he led a immediate dash to jump over a particularly wide gap between the rooftops of the buildings; he landed successfully with a roll.