Re: Night's Assailants: Valkyrian
Chapter five: Weilding the sword.
Kandred had no way of getting Thrinmoore back to Nælís' house, so he decided to talk with him. "Thrinmoore, please let me carry you back to Nælís' house, lighten yourself, please."
'If I must.' Thrinmoore replied, slightly becoming lighter, and Now Kandred belted him.
"Thank you."
As the day progressed, Kandred realised that having all of Thrinmoore's weight on one side of his body would be bad for him, so he strapped the demi-sword to his back with every slither of leather he could find. It was lain vertically across Kandred's back, making it more comvortable for the elf. Kandred turned around and ran as fast as the sword on his back would allow him, and he reached the cliff the next day on sunrise.
Kandred pulled some granite out of his pocket, and set the sword upon the cliff face. Kandred lifted the sword off of the wall, and strained to lift the sword any higher than his head, and he dropped the sword. He packed up, and Thrinmoore once again became lighter for Kandred to carry him. Kandred had difficulty climbing the rockface with the heavy sword on his back, and it took him three days of nonstop climbing.l
He was once again in the woods, and he clmbed through them as well. his elf-like grace did not falter until he came to the edge of the woods, and he performed dringorn setting Thrinmoore on a tree. But it was to no avail, he could still not lift Thrinmoore any higher than his head. It's impossible, hopeless, thought Kandred.
'`Tis not impossible, just hard.' Replied Thrinmoore like a voice in his head.
"You're impossible!" Yelled Kandred at the sword on his back, but Thrinmoore weighed himself and struck Kandred mentally. Kandred fell back into the snow. but he couldn't get up, for the weight on his back was too great. "Let me up, Thrinmoore." But Thrinmoore didn't reply. Kandred took this as a challenge from the demi-sword, and tried to lift himself up, but it was too heavy, the sword was too heavy.
'You know Kandred, a wise man once said, if you don't think about it it goes away.'
Kandred was puzzled by what the sword had said, and he realised that this was a mental challenge aswell as a physical one; he had to solve the riddle to be able to lift himself.
"I tell you what, I wish you would just go away." Said Kandred stubornly, but that gave him an idea. Don't think about the sword, don't think about it, not at all. Clear your mind. He thought to himself, and he suddenly could get up, he was nearly sitting, when,
'Good, very good'
Kandred thought about Thrinmoore, and fell backwards. "Crap!"
'You have failed, Kandred.'
Suddenly Thrinmoore lightened himself, for Kandred had failed. Kandred stood up, and began walking.
At nightfall Kandred reached the cave and went inside to the bar, where Nay and Jet were sitting, drinking brandy. Nay jumped up, looking concerned and angry.
"Where were you!" She jumped forward and punched Kandred in the face.
"Please don't hit me, I have travelled far and I am tired."
"I don't care! I am pregnant!" Nay punched Kandred again in the face.
"Please don't hi-" Kandred fell back with a thud and a clang, he had fell unconscious.
Kandred awoke the next morning, his head aching terribly. He looked around, and was suddenly scared.
"Thrinmoore! Where is Thrinmoore!" Jet came rushing into the room, looking at Kandred, who lay on the couch.
"Who the hell is Thrinmoore?"
"He, or it, is a sword, a broadsword, where is he!"
"Oh, the sword, me and Nay left it on the floor in the bar because neither of us could carry it. How did you manage to carry it back here?"
"Long story, but I must see to it that he is set on a wall."
"Why, Ka-"
Kandred leapt up and ran into the bar, seeing Thrinmoore on the floor, he relaxed.
"Please, now Thrinmoore, lighten yourself so I can set you on a wall."
Thrinmoore replied so all could here, not just Kandred. "That is part of the Dringorn. You must set me on a wall, without dropping me.
"I'll never do that! It is impossible along with you!"
"Patience! Have patience, I am your master now, it is not the other way around. Now, perform the Dringorn. Now!" The sword discharged a blue bolt of energy at Kandred, which knocked him back onto the floor. "LIFT ME!!" This time the sword boomed so loud that the room shook, along with the rest of the house.
Kandred cleared his mind, and lifted the sword with ease. He strapped it on his back and worked into the living room. Kandred turned so his back was facing the back wall, and he roared, charging backwards into the wall, "Raaargh!" on contact with the wall, Thrinmoore made a thud, an Kandred cut the leather straps on his back. The wall had been dented so that the sword fitted perfectly in the hole.
"Get me a slab of granite, now!" Nælís ran off and came back with a slab of granite, and she laid it on the floor between Thrinmoore and Kandred. Kandred did the ritual, but again he dropped the sword at head height.
For the next three months Kandred performed the ritual all day everyday, only stopping to eat, drink, and sleep. Nælís' stomach was becoming larger and it was obvious she was pregnant. Over the three months Nælís fell in love with Kandred, and Jacques wedded them. Kandred kept on going with his routine, and was slowly improving. He could now lift Thrinmoore up, but when he went to spin the sword around to point downwards, he would drop it from exhaustion.
One day Kandred awoke to the sound of his wife screaming repeatedly, he turned to where his wife would normally sleep next o him, but she was not there. He ran downstairs, and found Jet and Jacques standing by the couch, where Nælís lay. She was holding a baby, Kandred smiled, realising that she had just given birth to their child.
"He's wonderful, isn't he." Said Nay in a exhausted voice.
"He is, but he needs a name."
"He does, we could name him after your father."
"We will, but, I cannot remember my previous life. Oh yes, it's coming back to me now, my father was Johans. But I don't think it's a very bice name."
"How about...um...let Thrinmoore name him!"
"That is a good idea," Kandred turned to Thrinmoore on the wall, "Thrinmoore? Will you name our child?"
"Yes I will. How about after my brother, another elf demi-god, who was the first to ressurect you. The child shall be called , Garenjin"
"That's a nice name, isn't it, Gar?" Said Nælís to the little baby, tickeling his nose, he gurgled in amusement.
"Gramnafga!"
"Hahahah! that boy's a little ripper, what say you, Kandred?"
"He certainly is, Jet. You can be his uncle."
"Yay! I am thrilled thankyou, Kandred." Jet bowed very low, and then suluted, hitting his shoe with his hand as he stood up.
"Haaha! Your antics never end, do they, Jet?"
In the next ten years Kandred continued doing the ritual all ay, but he spent mor time with little Gar, who was no longer that little. One day Kandred had a reminiscent of his first life, and he saw the blue dragon, and said one word to himself.
"Sckitter." He walked out of the cave, and yelled out at the summer sky.
"SCKITTER! HEAR ME!" Gar was woken by the sound of his father yelling, and rushed out of his room and down the stairs to see what was happening.
"Morning Jacques." He said as he ran through tha ohantom, and down the stairs, past his mother, who was having a cup of cofee.
"Morning Garejin."
"Morning mum." Gar ran outside to see Kandred standing next to a blue dragon patting its head.
"Morning dad, who's this?"
"This a frined of mine from my first life, meet Sckitter. Sckitter, this is my son Garenjin, Gar, this is my fiend Sckitter."
"Please to meet you, Sckitter."
"Likewise, Garenjin." Hand shook claw as the two became friends.
Kandred introduced Sckitter to the family, and went back to facing the sword on the wall.
"Dad, do you have to do that now?"
"Yes, besides, I have an idea."
Kandred stepped back, and Sckitter stood next to him.
"Alliance of the Auras, past and present, I call forth your power!" Kandred saw himself in his last life, with the skull-face and armour, and a saphere of flame and air encircled him. His wings sprouted, brighter than ever. Then they flamed, and they grew hot, but Kandred could barely stand it. The sphere around him came over him, and he turned back into the crimson aura, with his staff in hand, then the small necklace with the Auran symbol and amber crystals appeared again. He then saw Bagan, and spriuted to more wings, but these ones were Hawk's. Sckitter roared, and Kandred drew forth the energies from inside the dragon. Kandred dropped his staff, and picked up the sword from the wall.
"Aaarrrgh!!"
Kandred lifted Thrinmoore high, pointing the blade upwards. then in one movement, he spun the sword around and slammed it into the granite below. The slab split, evenly in half. My work is done. Kandred collapsed in a heap as his wings, cloak and bone armour disappeared, leaving him as his normal self.
"Wake up! Kandred? Wake up!" Kandred awoke to the sound of Nælís shaking him. He sat up on the couch, partly dazed.
"What happened?" said Kandred in a confused voice. "I can't see."
"You will see when you can," said Sckitter's deep voice.
A few hours later Kandred regained his sight, "Now what is it?" Nælís spun him around to see the hole in the wall where the sword had been. "Where is Thrinmoore?!"
'Here, my pupil.'
Kandred looked down to see Thrinmoore in the floor. Sckitter spoke very triumphantly,
"He's been there for a day and a night! Now, lift him up."
Kandred jumped off the couch and walked around it, looking at the sword the whole while. He clasped the sword in his hands, feeling its power.
"You may not use your friends this time, you must do it alone."
Kandred pulled on the handle with all his might, but it wouldn't budge.
"Who will be there for me if I fail?"
"Your family, dad."
"Right Gar, my fami-" then Kandred remembered the voice in his head from the start of his second life, Likaria, I am failing, be there for me...
[But I already am here for you...]
Suddenly Kandred felt a new strength within him, and he pulled on the handle until his muscles thribbed with pain, so did his head. But just then, his head felt normal, and his muscles only hurt slightly, even though he was still pulling with the same strength. He then pulled harder until his muscles and head throbbed, but the sword came free of the ground, it also felt lighter than a feather.
"Thrinmoore, I did not use anyone but my present self, Likaria may be female, but she is a part of me."
"I know, when I said that you can only use yourself, I meant for you to use Likaria, it was a test of your mental power."
And thankyou Likaria, I could not of done it without you.
[Always a pleasure, Kandred.]
Last edited by P.; 06-26-2006 at 06:38 PM.