The Ancients A Tale of Survival

Are You Worthy?

Krìgarè looked around as Äçåçiå led him to a sheltered spot not far from her home. Äçåçiå dropped to her knees and dug in a hollowed out tree before she pulled something wrapped in animal skins out. She unwrapped what she held and handed it to Krìgarè.

It was a dagger that was both lethal and yet beautiful. The blade was made of silver while the handle was made of ash inlaid with gold. Krìgarè had never seen a dagger such as this. It didn't look strong enough to do any damage, but it felt strong and powerful. There was writing on the blade which Krìgarè couldn't read.

"What does it say?"

Äçåçiå ran her finger down the sharp blade. "It says only the strongest and purest of heart can wield the power hidden within this blade."

"Where ever did you find a dagger like this?"

"It was given to me by an old woman I helped. She didn't say who she was. All she did was give me the blade, tell me what it said, and then disappeared."

Krìgarè handed the blade back to Äçåçiå. "Why don't you wear it?"

Äçåçiå sheathed the dagger before she wrapped it back up and returned it to the place it had been hiding. "The time isn't right for me to use it."

"Who all knows that this is hidden out here?"

"Just you and my family. Even if someone stole it they wouldn't be able to use it. The dagger has a conscious and won't let anyone who isn't worthy use it."

"Hmm," Krìgarè said as he and Äçåçiå headed back to the house. "I would hate to have you yield that dagger against me."

Äçåçiå's peal of laughter echoed across the landscape as they reached the door. Äçåçiå was still laughing as they entered her parent's dwelling. She didn't stop laughing till her Mother asked her what was funny. Äçåçiå shook her head and went about helping her Mother prepare the evening meal.