A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)

Chapter 2 - a Challenge

A/N this story is rated as any age, though if you can please don't read until you understand what the mental trauma of his situation is... anyway for those who do want a lemon Go sit under a tree. Constructive criticism is wanted... this is my first full on story... I'm open to suggestions as well. No without further ado I present the second chapter of The Shattered Sword...

A short while later a sentry approached me "why aren't you cleaving up the enemy... are you scared?" He said loudly. I looked at him with a death stare and replied "No, I'm off to the armoury and I'm done saving your hide coward, I've seen you watch too many battles, if I go you join me... or are you too scared?" My sister looked gave me a death stare. "Cut him some slack, Perseus Wolf-brother." My sister told me sincerely. "Yeah, cut me some slack." I heard the sentry say. My sister, Cammilla, gave him such a death stare that he shrunk back frightened. "And you coward please keep quiet, or else..." she let it hang for a second, the sentry cunjoring visions of bloody deaths. She parted her lips to speak "he is going to the armoury. Hmm... I've got a challenge for you. Survive the battle and I'll consider awarding you by making you a knight of the wolf, if you lose you die... or are you to chicken to accept. And I will only marry a knight of the wolf." She retorted. I knew that she had ensnared him.

There was no way that he would refuse. Sure my sister, Cammilla, is savage sometimes but boy she was a warrior that conquered men's hearts whether they want it or not. "Hahmm" I laughed. His eyes betrayed him, he was looking up and down my sister subtly, he had probably liked her for years now. "Fancy my sister do you, well when we meet in battle I'll be the judge of those ambitions." I said. He flushed completely, he knew he had been found out. "My sister, Cammilla, is the current leader of the people of the wolf, with me being her champion, in order to gain the right to propose to her, unless I approve, is to kill me in a duel. And that ain't happening, after all I'm surnamed Wolf-brother for a reason, I've never lost." He flushed even more, he could be mistaken for a ghost he was so pale. I laughed so hard on the inside.

I pulled my sister along with me. She was trying too squirm out of my grip. I picked her up in both arms and then she settled down completely and fell asleep in my arms. It earned a few curious looks and a few lustful looks I took her with me to the armoury, seeing my baby sister in my arms melted me completely. It was times like these that I felt blessed to have such an awesome, kind, loyal, courageous and above all loving and my wife, just the thought of her brought so many words I would be hard pressed to say all of them in a lifetime, i missed her so much. When we got to the armoury, I kissed her on her cheek, which earned me a few suspicious looks. "Am I not allowed to kiss my sister?" I asked them, they flushed realising their mistake, my commander, the general Verecundia, answered sheepishly "I was about to ask who this girl was, and if you had given up on your wife." The look of embarrassment on his face was priceless.

                                 a few hours later

The Mithril armour was a perfect fit and really light as well. So light that I had my doubts. There was a set for my sister and two others. "It folds up." The lead blacksmith said. I was shocked. "Will the folds made a difference." I asked. "It won't make a difference as the armour is so light that there are two chain mail layers and three plate layers, the folds in the plates are at slightly different locations." He assured me again. "There is a built in shield on your left hand gauntlet. Twist a closed fist to activate it. There is all so an assassin's knife hidden in the right gauntlet. Tilt a closed fist upward to activate it. We have incorporated two sword sheathes and a mace sheathe. In my lady Cammilla's suit the differences are there are three ten throwing knife sheathes, a bow and two quivers with two hundred arrows inside of it. A sabre sheathe and a arrow maker on her left arm. The other two are each copies of yours and you sister's, I suggest you take the folded up copy of your sisters suit for your wife and Cammilla, your sister can take the folded up copies of your suit in case she see someone worthy of her a affection." He finished. My sister was blushing furiously, she had seen me looking at her and nervously laughed. Hoping that I hadn't got the hint, which I had.