{Pls suggest someone for Augustus sweetie :) }
"Woah!"
The first thing that came into Lyon's mind when he observed his surroundings. He was in a gigantic room so big that he couldn't even see the two ends from where he was standing. The room looked like a kung fu training room, the kind you see in Bruce Lee movies. Only this time it was covered weapons and swords of all kinds.
Lyon gazed at the blades with awe and wonder. He fingered some of their hilts and felt the sharpness of the welded steel. That was when he noticed something strange. Some of the daggers placed in that room looked exactly like the ones he summoned. He placed his hand behind his back and summoned his favourite blade.
A silver dagger with a bronze hilt hung from his hand. The hilt was set with rubies and had inscriptions engraved on it. The blade was a sharp, pointed piece of silver-steel alloy. The blade seemed to capture the light in the room and reflect it. Lyon ran his thumb on the inscriptions, wondering what it means.
"It says 'Silver never tarnishes in the hand of the just.' Quite true.", a voice said from behind. Lyon jumped with surprise and turned around, springing into a stance and putting his dagger above his head, ready to throw it. "Whoa there, kid! I come in peace.". the mystery man said, chuckling. Lyon gawked at the man when he saw him clearly. It was the same person he saw just a moment ago in his mind.
The man had locks of curly black hair and a stubble. He was well-built and wore a charcoal black suit with a jade tie. His eyes were a beautiful sea-green which looked exactly like Lyon's.
"You.", Lyon muttered, straightening up and putting dagger down. "Yes me.", the man replied, his face still holding an amused expression. "You have good reflexes. Will come of excellent use. I like your hair. Very stylish.", he continued. looking Lyon over. Lyon opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. The man skilfully took the dagger from the teen's hand, much to Lyon's surprise. "This one used to be my favourite.", he mused.
"Its my favourite too.", Lyon said, now gaining his courage. The man looked up from the dagger at him and smirked. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. Flavio of Beremuth."
"Flavio of what?"
"Ah! I have lots to explain. But first, let's get one thing clear. You are my incarnation." Lyon blinked. What is this guy talking about? I am his incarnation. "Eh....what?"
Flavio sighed. "What I am going to say next will be a lot to take in. Your powers, I have the same. These swords you see in this room. You'll be able to summon all of them in due time. Let's walk." And he walked on, leaving poor Lyon fumbling over his words.
Lyon ran up to to Flavio as he continued. "Earth has a brother." "Planet Earth has a brother....as in planet?", Lyon questioned. "Yes.", he answered, "A single piece of rock split into two bodies. One blessed with more power." "Beremuth. That's where you're from.", Lyon guessed. Flavio looked at him smiling, "You catch on well. Once an old magician created a spell that went haywire and ended up creating a creature so evil that looking into its eyes will suck out your very soul. He killed his father and became known as Traccia or The One in the Shadows. He waged war in Beremuth and drove the good magicians into hiding." Lyon leaned in, wanting to hear more.
"There used to be a bridge connecting Earth and Beremuth. The silver bridge. Traccia gathered an army and marched to the bridge with plans on capturing the planet."
"Did he get through?"
"That is where I come in. Remember the magicians who were driven away? They used a similar spell that created Traccia. Only this time, it worked. Three beings were created. Adera, Morwena and Flavio." "Flavio? That...that's you.", Lyon said, clearly confused. Flavio smiled. "Yes. We three were called the Trinity. We broke the bridge and drove away Traccia and his army. Coming to our powers, I could summon any blade and weapon there is and still know how to use it. Like you." Lyon looked at the silver dagger and smiled softly.
