Arise the Dragonslayer (The Flash warrior Book 1)

Chapter twenty-three: A weapon needed

"Every weapon I make is based on every Dragonslayer's magic. It will take plenty of power and very rare materials to stabilize the steeliness and the hardness." Rhoamon told us once in his weapon-making room. On the top of his other huge munched table were concepts or scratches about his works.

The weapons and armors were unique, far ahead of the information given to us from our history books of Fantasia. The weapons were impossible to craft. The handles were too different. The blades were pointy, spiky, and very painful to look at. The armors were covered with reptilian details, together with spiky breastplates, helmets, and boots.

Being a Dragonslayer at a young age seemed very harsh, especially when holding an arsenal such as these. "These reminded me of my Uncle Joe's drawings," Victor whispered.

"Why do you think so?" Lenard looked at him.

"Because he's nuts at drawing things," he replied.

Rhoamon held other concept crafts in his arms and threw them on the table. "Hmm . . . ah, there we go," he said with a crooked smile as he picked up a big, dusty, rolled paper before barging in the room where we're at, waiting for him until he showed his sketches. "Perhaps this should do it." Even as he muttered, I managed to hear his words, somehow.

"You want to make him a sword like that?" Claes gave Rhoamon a serious glare.

"It looks too . . . big for him." Sean cringed at the random designs. True, that the Dragonsmith himself designed plenty of swords that we have never seen before but seeing the sketches, it looks like a baby titan drew all of these. The hilts were unique and scaly, the blades could kill you in a blink of an eye, he even drew one that looked like a Christmas tree! "I mostly like this one. I call it the Good-old-holiday! This good kisser can wipe out anything and have enough invulnerability to smash any hard surfaces with a huge smack. Happy holiday!" Rhoamon laughed.

"Yeah, I can imagine myself breaking my spine carrying one of these," I said. Despite our comments, Rhoamon shrugged it off using his booming voice. "What? Don't give that look. Swords are elegant weapons for a rare Dragonslayer such as yourself, kiddo. I designed these for you to have a better angle for battle."

"Yeah, like breaking my spine." I rolled my eyes. Then, I caught a glimpse of another dusty paper beneath his sketch. Without hesitation or permission, I took the paper that had a sketch of what appeared to be another sword. Wow, that image never got out of my head. It's just that the blade was straight, perfect enough for piercing and producing a powerful smite, depending on how durable it was. The guard was indescribable, what with many pointy spikes near the blade and the hilt. With this, my hand would be well-guarded. The pommel was a tooth from a creature, probably a baby dragon's tooth.

"Hmm, now I wonder." I kept scanning the weapon.

"What's that?" Chloriette asked. I was startled out of my thoughts. I forgot that she was next to me.

"Something that can save my spine," I told her.

"Cool," she commented. The rest joined in. "That looks like a sword from the Celestials." I gave Claes a look before Sean took off his glasses. "Oh yeah, you're right. It does look like it." Rhoamon noticed it as well, he doesn't quite remember how he got a hold of this sketch. "Oh that?" he raised an eyebrow. "Unlike my manly made weapons, I thought this design should be in full perfection. A weapon that can defend, counter, and be full of power. I named it the Igniting claymore." Rhoamon stopped for a moment to think, after a few minutes, he nodded in approval. "You know, this could be your weapon of choice."

"What?" I asked.

"The weapon is designed for harnessing elemental powers. Ringing any bells?"

"Okay, I get it."