Princess of Swords (The Sword of Light)

Chapter 10: Silverdale

Chapter 10:  Silverdale

She’s leaving Lana.

A wolf weaved through the trees making his way towards a woman as she packed her bags up and tied them to a large grey horse.

“I know, I’ve been watching her too.” She turned around and feeling slightly weak for a moment; her throat beginning to close up and her legs give way.  Hergof caught her with one large black paw and lowered her to the ground.

You need to rest. The wolf stood over Lana waiting for the coughing to stop.

“It was Medulla” she said gasping for air “Something happened” she kneeled on the ground before getting up shakily, Hergof moving swiftly to her side in one motion.

The child.  His blue eyes moved to the side as he caught the child’s scent in the air.

“Just help me to the horse and we can go”

The wolf nodded and lifted Lana to her feet and guided her to the horse, nudging her gently onto its back making sure not to spook the horse. Lana sat gathering up the reins in one hand before pressing her heels into the grey’s side and moving through the forest.

"You've got the child's scent?"

Yes. 

Hergof stood in the distance, the direction they needed to go; waiting. His black body blending in perfectly with the forest, his sleek fur bristling slightly when the wind blew. He howled into the sky as Lana set off at a gallop.

They would follow the child wherever she went and only make themselves known to her when the time came.

When the time came. 

The child had to find the swords, they would call to her; it had been foretold, just like everything else. They were part of a story the Gods had written before the human world was made - just part of a story, a story that had one decision; Light or Dark.

Lana had the Sword of Light. A sword which her father, Relgard Burndale, and her fathers before her had owned. She looked down at the sword idly as it her at her waist; the R.B intials twinkling in the light. 

She has to be the child...Lana whispered to herself, curving her horse over the leafy paths. 

She has to be.

I hope...

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They set off down the dusty roads surrounded by fields of barley and apple trees and forestry. The scent of honey drifted through the air at one point but faded into the subtle smell of sweat that was beginning to bead along Roses forehead. 

She wiped it away with the back of her hand and looked around her, occasionally waving or nodding to the familiar faces. But after a while the faces began to fade into unfamiliar ones; a sea of faces which dispersed into a couple of dots which would walk past without a word.

And then they were alone, just them and the road. The sun beating down hard and dust swirling in the air around them.

Roland moved his big black head from side to side and tugged on the reins in annoyance at going at such a slow pace. Carrok came up to Roland’s right side but Will hardly looked over his shoulder to acknowledge Rose. She had hoped they might talk about what had happened – that it was nothing, just an accident in a time when they both needed someone.