Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)
Sword of Svartalfar
“What you'll never stop pissing me off!” sniffed the king. The council meeting was over, and the king kept him in the hall with his uncle.
“Come father,” answered herados lightly, making the king's face twitch. His only child.
His heir...
For some reason it seems to have decided that complicating his life as a goal of life. He gave up, he no longer knew what to do with his son.
The king breathed.
“Follow me!” command's short. “You too Holgafar,” then stood up and stepped into the middle of the hall, waiting for herados and her uncle to follow.
He knocked his wand on the floor several times. Moments later the sound of a mechanical circuit filled the room. The symbol that was just below them opened. The floor in the middle of the room moved down. Take them down to the basement. The dust flashes when the light is hit.
The door led them into a large, empty room with a worn-out door on one side of the room.
***
Herados followed his father with his uncle. The labyrinth they passed through was very long and had many intersections. They continued walking until they ended up in front of an ordinary wooden door. Very ordinary, but Herados could sense that the door was locked with magic. From his energy radiance Herados knew that his magic seal was extremely powerful.
“You two have to make a magic promise, before we go inside. Whatever you know from within this space will never come out of this room,” said the King.
The King was mysterious. Herados was curious but he only looked at his father indifferently. He was not interested in any of the secrets behind the room at all. His uncle also looked unconcerned, but he was better than Herados, at least his uncle reached out.
His father looked hard, until finally Herados
I also want to extend my hand. As soon as his hands intertwined with his uncle, the king began chanting covenant spells. His deep voice was blaring in the room.
“In the hands that are bound together, the word strengthens the braid, Then the agreement we made. Until the time comes, whatever is in this space must remain in it.”
From their intertwined hands, Herados felt a stream of energy creeping and coiling along the arms from the fingertips to the base of the arms. And stab his heart.
“Good,” said the king then opened the door, inside there was only an empty room. The walls are plain bricks. With a diagram bearing a name, form a family tree. As Herados approached he was able to read the names of his ancestors.
Herados grunts. If only the name of his ancestor everyone also knew, without needing him to talk about, what a pointless magic agreement, why his father had to make it feel like it was so secret.
The king ignored Herados' grunts, standing before the genealogy of the royal family of Svartalfar and knocking in a certain order in each name. As the wall folded, it opened a gaping hole in the wall, accompanied by a tremor at Herados' feet. Instantly the light stones lit up consecutively all the way to the end of the passageway. The three of them traced the passageway that ended in a wide hall. The hall is empty. The king crossed the room until he reached the middle, then crouched down and knocked on the floor with his hands, once. Instantly the floor shook, and the floor descended to form a gaping hole in the box, the stones below positioned themselves to form a staircase. Gives awesome action.
“Wow,” celfor Herados.
They followed the king down a circular staircase. Below was a room containing a variety of weapons. This place is like a treasure.
“Dad I already know we have a lot of ancient weapons. And everyone has speculated on this, why should we swear. Silly, I also cannot possibly tell this secret room to others. Do I look so stupid, that I want to direct my treasure room to thieves, all the while I entertain them here,” cel for Herados. His father ignored him again. Then knock on the other wall on one side. His finger book touched a few specific places.
The room trembled, and a huge crack was cracked within the wall.
Inside was only one stone table, with pillows on it. The pillow was made of red velvet. And a sword lay there, illuminated by an originless light, which shot out from above the ceiling. Herados was fascinated by the sword.
“Wow, dad. It's a new one whose name is a very good sword,” cel for Herados.
“Is this sword the same sword as the one in my mind?” asked his uncle in a stifled voice. He was also fascinated by the sword. “True this, the sword of Svartalfar that is in that legend. I didn't think they didn't make it.”
“And why are you showing me this sword now. I am not the successor to your royal throne,” cel for Prince Holgafar.
“You are not a successor, but you are my most trusted advisor. I feel like you should know about this. This sword and Ljolfar's sword. They were created at the same time. The sword of Svartalfar was created to match the power of Ljalfar's sword. This sword is our last. If the sword of Ladislaus cannot be mastered, then we must destroy it with this sword. As long as the sword of Ladislaus did not unite the sword of Svartalfar could destroy it.”
Prince Holgafar nodded his head. “I want you two to try this sword and see if he is tied to one of you.”
Herados looked at this sword with a strange feeling. This sword seemed to call out to him, pulling him closer. Cove him to touch her. Herados glanced at his uncle who was just speechless.
“And what if not one of us tied to that sword?” asked his uncle a moment later.
“This sword will only react on members of the royal family of Svartalfar. If not you, maybe the generation after you. You try first,” the king said to his sister.
Prince Holgafar was silent for a moment, then nonchalantly advanced. His long fingers touched the sword handler with a mantab. “nothing happened,” he said then released his handle. “what would happen if this sword found its owner?”
“I myself also do not know,” said the King. “but surely there will be something happening when it happens.”
“Alright, now it's my turn. I'll try it now,” said Herados cheerfully. He rubbed his hands together.
***
The king did not seem to have much hope for his son. The little brother had once disappointed him. But now he has proven that he deserves to be trusted. It was a pity that he refused all the arranged marriages offered to him. Clearly this younger brother was more promising than his playful son, and the one now seemed to be being bewitched by the sword.
The King himself had never felt a deep desire for the sword. He believed the sword had power, but never once was as enchanted as his son was today. Maybe it means something.
Herados advanced, his fingers tracing the sword-eye casually, caressing him like a lover. Slowly as if enjoying the moment Herados hand gripped his grip. Streams of energy crept through his intertwined fingers held by Svartalfar's sword. It flowed up to every inch of his body, filling himself with that energy, forming a veil of energy that moved the air around Herados. The hair child around Herados' face fluttered. He nodded at his father.
“Mine's dad,” said satisfied. The king looked at his silly son with a judging look. Then turned his gaze to his sister.
“Good Prince,” said Prince Holgafar, smiling and patting Herados on the shoulder.
The king dodged, if it was his son who was destined to bring about this change it might be better. Although she actually trusted her sister more.
“Good son,” said the king. Looking at his bewitched son worry came to his mind. “But you must remember, it must remain stored here, until we know who is bound to Ljosalfar's sword. You understand?” father says.
Herados mengelos, he did not want to part with his new toy. He drew his sword with great affection. He did not understand why this sword chose him, which he knew this sword called him, himself.
“Sure father,” said Herados with a heavy heart.
“As soon as we find out who owns the sword Ljsalfar we will issue, and you can really have that sword again.when the time has come,” said the king. The king looked at his son's longing face. So that's how the sword binds a person, making the person attached to it not want to take off the sword.
“Do you know what this means?” ask the king a moment later. Herados puffed up and an unpleasant feeling crept in his heart. He knew what this meant, the responsibility of overthrowing the kingdom of Ar’chismaytopia was in his hands. The thought weighed on him, and his attachment to the sword of Svartalfar also meant that he was bound to that responsibility.
“Yes dad,” he replied slowly.
