The sword was magnificent. It looked a lot like Zathrian’s in several ways, but unique in its own way. The chamber spacious and had smooth walls, it appeared to be the only refined cavern down there in the depths of the Well of Tethoris. The smooth, polished, black walls were webbed with gold veins, like the rock outside.
The Sword had a wickedly shard, doubled edged obsidian blade. The cross guard was silver and ornamented with bright emeralds and gold in a laurel leaf pattern. The hilt’s leather grip didn’t look the least bit sloppy or worn, but exquisite and immaculate. The pummel had one large emerald, trimmed with gold around it.
Drayce looked around to find the source of the light inside of the chamber but couldn’t pinpoint where the illumination was coming from. It seemed to bounce everywhere, reflecting off the gold veins in the walls, and off the gleaming elven blade.
“The Sword of Amasar.” Drayce breathed in awe.
“Drayce, be careful. Why was the door unlocked? This seems too easy.” Lillia said uneasily pulling him back. “We need to be methodical.”
Drayce shook his head. She was right. He couldn’t lose his head again. “You think it’ll be protected?”
“I know it’ll be protected. Why are all the dead out here in this chamber? What happened to them? Some of these people came here too recently to be rotted all the way to the bone. Hanelle confirmed that.” Lillia said looking at the Sword uneasily.
“Do you see any possible traps?” Drayce asked, looking around the sword chamber. As if his words had summoned it, the stones on the floor blazed to life. On each individual square of stone on the floor blazed to life with a glyph. Drayce and Lillia both took hasty steps out of the room, holding the door open so they could still see inside.
“Holy Non. I guess that’s our trap.” Drayce surmised. Most of the glyphs glowed green, but the ones surrounding the Sword dais glowed red. “I’m guessing death if we step on those, especially the red ones?” Drayce said. Lillia nodded scrunching her face in concentration.
“I don’t know any of these glyphs” she said.
Drayce looked closer realizing he hadn’t even attempted to decipher what the glyphs said. “I don’t recognize them either.” And idea hit them. He hurried back into the creepy chamber full of bones. “Sorry.” He said as he yanked the arm off of a skeleton.
Lillia looked disgusted when he came back with an arm. “Did you just apologize to a skeleton?”
Drayce smirked. “Maybe.” He ripped the hand off with a crack. Lillia visibly cringed at the sound. Drayce dropped the hand and ulna, flipping the radius in his hand and threw it into the Sword chamber.
The bone hit the one of the stones with a red glyph. It hit the stone with enough force that it activated the glyph. With a flash, the bone disintegrated to dust. Drayce’s heart skipped a beat. “So, avoid those stones.” He said unnecessarily.
Lillia raised an eyebrow at him. “What? You want to throw at the green ones?” He held out the ulna.
“No.” She said raising her hands as to not touch the bone.
“That’s what I thought.” Drayce said, tossing the bone this time. It landed not far away on a green glyph. It vanished into thin air.
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Dawn of Arcane Destiny
FantasyLillia Leroux and Drayce Shalddwell find their destinys and fates unexpectedly intertwined when they're forced into a political marriage. Drayce is to become King, however he has secrets that he knows could get him executed if anyone knew. Lillia, w...
