Nightscythe - Part 3 (414 hits)
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Submitted by Enter The Midnight (View user info) at 2005-02-22 00:11:08 EST
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My eyes narrowed as I thought about this. Who was this High Prince, and why did I have his sword? I noted the symbol of the rubies on the hilt--it was a four-point star crossed by twin lightning bolts. It matched the symbol on the sheath, and also the one on my shirt. My other hand touched a heavy mass on my head I had just noticed--and I pulled it off, sitting it in my lap. It was a huge red crown, made of a solid ruby, and upon it rested the same symbol, embossed and gilded, upon its front. What did this symbol mean? An inscription was also in the lining of the crown's interior, and read as follows--"Bokai dorchei kazene wekiaz kanaic''olex zaka resganzene hagafazen kasaka kaico kosoi nakazene kaze Konkaisa Sokachai Joshua Starbringer."
Could only be worn by the High Prince? Then what was I doing with it? Wait--could it be? Was I the High Prince that my accessories spoke of? If so, what was I High Prince of? And who named me? My mind could not possibly form the answers to these questions, so I simply pushed them out of my mind and resolved that my name would be High Prince Joshua Starbringer.
I fumbled with the crown a few moments more, and then rested it back on my head. My head felt natural with the crown upon it, and felt as though something were missing if it were off. The sword I was still intrigued with. I stood up, curious as to its ability, and decided to test it on a few things. The softest thing around I could tell was some brush near a large old oak about ten feet from my rock. I wanted to test it, but not break the blade on something too hard. So I stood up, and took the sword into my left hand, where it felt most natural, and walked slowly over to the brush. I looked at it a few minutes, contemplating the best place to take a swipe where the greatest effect would be achieved. I lifted the sword, and in a silent swoosh, I slashed deep into the heart of the brush as though it were the air that I had already plowed through. Without the slightest effort, the sword had slashed every branch and twig in the brush neatly in two, without so much as a splinter out of line.
This display of precision impressed me, and I examined the blade again, wondering if it could possibly cut something a little thicker. I eyed the old oak where the brush surrounded, and thought a moment, thinking I could pull the blade out if the blade were incapable of cutting the wood. I lowered the sword to about the level of my waist, and then swung as if I were swinging a baseball bat, and the sword contacted the tree at some point--I wasn't sure where or when, because the blade never slowed when it hit the wood, and then came out neatly on the other side.
I looked at the tree--it had been neatly sliced along the sword's path, and the line where the bark had been disturbed was barely discernable until with a cracking, crashing sound, I saw the upper part of the tree lean over, then fall to the ground with a great crash, leaving a perfectly smooth stump where it once stood, and shooting up clouds of dust and leaves where it now lay. The crash seemed to disturb the silence of the forest for a moment, and echoed for a few seconds before actually dying back into quiescence.
The moon was about halfway through the sky now, and poured its heatless silver light onto the rock with no shadow. I looked at the rock, and then at my blade, and wondered--were it possible for the rock to be sliced by my sword? I knew rocks to be one of the hardest things around, and I wasn't completely sure of my sword's ability yet. I raised my sword high over my head, and looked at the rock, trying to calculate--and then I gave the mighty swing. I heard a whooshing sound and then a horrible clang. I shuddered, and could barely bring myself to look at the blade, figuring I had destroyed it.
What I saw nearly floored me. My blade, with the greatest of ease, had simply split the rock neatly along the swing path down to the ground in a fractured but fairly straight path, and the hilt had clanged against the armor on my shin. I laughed--the first real display of emotion I had shown since my beginning, and pulled the sword out of the rock, then shoved it back into its sheath. I sat down next to the broken rock, and gently sighed. I was not tired, but I desired to contemplate a few things, so I passed the night by watching the actions of birds in the trees and flying across the sky, and watched the eastern horizon for the return of the light I so dearly loved.
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Submitted by tech-junkie (user info) at 2005-03-12 12:29:03 EST (#)
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What a bunch of fucktards. +2
Submitted by Sherman (user info) at 2005-02-24 01:20:20 EST (#)
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Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-02-22 21:50:38 EST (#)
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cant leave a shitty post by a useless person go un -2die
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-02-22 20:01:20 EST (#)
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Cool. Wish I woke up one day as a Prince and had a magic sword.
How does he know what a baseball bat is?
Submitted by tech-junkie (user info) at 2005-02-22 03:10:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I want to be that guy. Fucking awesome.