War for the Skies (completed) (Book 1 of the Heroes of the Realms series)

Chapter 7

I went into my cabin and opened my wardrobe. Nothing. Then I wondered if it was like the plates last dinner and I imagined some clothes. I imagined a white shirt with a grey jacket and some black jeans.

Because of the rush to get new clothes, I hadn't really looked inside my room. The walls were painted white. A wooden bunk bed lay in the corner, on top of a white and cold carpet. A small table and two chairs stood across the bunk. Even though there was clearly a roof from the outside, I could see the sky on the ceiling.

I loved my new room.

After I put on my new clothes I stepped back out onto the camp. Kids were rushing to get food from the Great Hall. Just as I was about to enter, Lukas grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him.

"Coach says your father wants to see you at his palace" he said, not fully awake and acting woozy.

I sighed but said, "Thanks, I'll go there."

He patted my shoulder and when I moved, I hadn't realized he was holding me for support, so he fell face first into the dirt.

I stepped out of the gates of the camp and walked along the huge marble bridge that led to my father's palace. I looked around at all the people who lived here.

A mother was carrying her child towards a supermarket, in a stroller. A guy was rowing a boat through the sky. On the sail of the canoe, it said "Taxi."

"Hey!" I yelled to the guy and waved. "Taxi!"

The guy looked at me and rowed towards the bridge. He... "parked," next to the railing. I jumped over and hopped on.

"Where to?" he asked.

"My father's palace," I replied.

"Who's your father, kid?"

"Oh sorry. Aeon."

He nodded and started rowing. We arrived at the palace in about 2 minutes, and I told the guy to wait there while I went in.

"How long?" he asked.

"I don't know. Ten minutes?" I said.

"It will cost you extra," the guy said and pulled out his phone.

I nodded and walked towards the palace. I appreciated the fact that the guy still charged me even though I was the son of The Father of the Legends.

But as I walked, I realized I had no money. Looks like I needed to loan a little bit from my dad.

The palace was beautiful. Outside the main gates were two gardens on each side of the doors. They were decorated will beautiful flowers and trees, and it was just amazing to look at. Outside it looked like the Parthenon, but without the columns, painted red with gold highlights, and ten times bigger. It had pillars on each end with windows and upside down cone shaped roof.

I walked to the door. Two guards were blocking it.

"Hi," I said. "I'm here to see my-"

"Welcome, Master of Wind, Leon Brooks," they said in unison and pushed open the doors.

One stood on each side of me and guided me through the huge palace. We passed a kitchen full of cooks, and a lounge where a few elders were either reading or playing a board game.

Finally, we arrived in my dad's throne room.

The guards said "Here is your son, sir," again in unison and marched away.

I stood in front of my father, sitting on a white throne, the size of a minivan.

Torches lighted up the room. A red carpet stretched from the door to his throne. On the left was a huge dining table with about twenty chairs. On the right was a pair of double-doors leading to... somewhere I couldn't see.

"Any sign of her?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "I would strike another storm there, but you would disagree."

"Yes. Yes I would."

"I'll look for her again after I give you this," he said and stuck out his hands.

Blue lightning flashed from his hands and I blocked my eyes. A golden katana now stood in his hands.

He threw it to me. I caught it in midair and observed it. It wasn't like any katana I had seen. For one, the blade was pure gold. The hilt had the classic katana design, the diamonds on black, but this wasn't black wool, it was iron. The diamonds were actual white diamonds too, but they didn't pierce my hand. The iron part of the hilt was dark blue and it creeped up to the blade in dragon carvings, as if trying to eat the blade.

"Why are you giving me this?" I asked.

"That, my son, is the sword that created the first ever storm in the world. Use it wisely," he explained. "And I'm giving it to you because you are my son, and I love you."

I nodded and observed the sword.

"Your armor awaits in your room. Just imagine me when you open your closet, and it will appear to you, for now though have this," he said and handed me a belt with a scabbard to put my sword in.

"Thanks," I said and fitted the belt to my pants, and I sheathed the sword.

I turned on my heel and was about to step out when my dad said "Son, I'm sorry."

I turned back around to face him, but said nothing.

"I know I shouldn't have done it, but I wanted to find you, did you not see that?" he asked.

"I did, but you didn't need to almost destroy a whole village for it," I said.

"I'm sorry, I hope this gift can make you forgive me."

"It won't."

"Then perhaps you'd like to give it back."

"Okay it will."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll find your sister no matter what. Now I hear you'll be playing capture the flag. Go and win it for me!" he patted me on the back.

I still hadn't forgiven him, but I smiled.

"Oh, um also, dad?" I asked.

"Yes, my son?"

"May I borrow some money?"