In the aftermath of Kyle Serian's encounter with a dark creature, he has been left poisoned by a fatal bite. His festering wound is what forced him to find a cure. In his search, he came to realize that he had no memory past the last month. He only...
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The next day, Lôra and Alistair fused the star to the sword. It lay on an anvil in the forgery.
Lôra unfastened her locket and brought out the star. She held it as if to calm it only then did it's blinding brightness wane a little.
"Hold it against the lower end of the sword near its cross," instructed Alistair.
"Ethos mengran di santro bal dre sec teh."
The sword radiated a luminescent glow. It steadily shone as it accepted the star. Shortly after, it returned to its natural metallic gleam.
"This sword cannot be broken," stated Alistair, presenting the sword.
The blade was three inches wide and four feet in length, a great sword. The metal seemed to absorb the little light in the darkened room as it rested on Alistair's hands.
"Have you chosen whom to bind it to?" implored Lôra.
"This was Commander Devon's idea, he wanted to wield it, but I have someone else in mind." Alistair twisted backwards to her. "One of your guards–Aiden Owenson." He tilted his head, motioning for her response.
"Can I speak with him?"
Alistair blinked slowly and called Aiden to the forgery.
"My lady," Aiden said with a bow.
"How long have you been a knight?" she said at once.
"Two years as a Veteran knight."
"You know of the new threat that has fallen upon this kingdom?"
"I've heard of it ... I'm sorry about your people."
Lôra gave a light nod, pained by the memory. She gritted her teeth. "Great things are to be expected from you." She read his mind.
"Did you just? ... I've heard stories of White Fairies and what they can do—born from the first fallen star. Creatures of the light, mind readers – immortal." said Aiden, coolly.
"Your wrong about that last part. We can live to be three hundred years of age—but we are not immortal."
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"You should be getting ready for the war that is to come."
Aiden swung a questioning look at her. "My job is to protect you – unless I'm ordered otherwise."
Alistair re-entered the room. He looked at Lôra.
She tilted her head downwards approvingly.
"Aiden, you have been chosen," Alistair said reverently.
Aiden directed a dubious glanced at Lôra. "Chosen for what?"
"To wield this sword." Alistair lifted the blade, placing it flat on his hands. "It is made of unbreakable steel."
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