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eyes. How could he send her when he knew? But then, how could he not? Dragonkind and humankind—both their futures depended on her. But she was so young, innocent, and beautiful.
“There is much pain in your future, my daughter,” he whispered. “You will win and lose, both in great measure. But remember, always remember”—he passed his gaze over all his daughters, knowing that his next words would be their only comfort in the future—“I will be with you through everything, even when you cannot see me. I will never leave you alone! Do you understand?”
The sisters smiled, even Rose'el, and approached the blood-filled basin, eyeing the swords with new interest.
Handle first, he held out the rusted sword of Xavion. “To each of you I will give a sword of the Six. They will be yours to use in the cause of the innocent and helpless. With them you will fight as one, think as one; they will allow you to join strength as one. I will train you in their use and instruct you in the ways of warfare. Wield these weapons with love, and they will serve you well.”
In unison the five sisters standing near the wall reached up and pulled down the swords, their dark eyes gleaming.
"Be careful with those," he said. "Their edges may be rusted, but the blades can still sever your finger.
“Dantress.” He rested a claw on her shoulder and pressed Xavion’s rusted sword into her hand. "This sword I have saved for you. It belonged to Xavion, captain of the Six." Her mouth dropped open. Her fingers wrapped around the handle and then she grasped it with both hands and held it before her.
The blade glowed softly, a rusted red color. “This sword is special among its brethren,” Albino said. “It is the only weapon whose master was not a traitor and for that reason it may one day be returned to its former glory, transparent and beautiful. Watch over it with care, for it belonged to a very dear friend.”
“Look, Father! See what we can do?” Caritha, Laura, Rose’el, Evela and Levena raised their swords, touching the points together. He cried out for them to stop, but it was too late. Blue energy sizzled along the swords’ blades and joined between them, then dispersed harmlessly throughout the chamber.
The sisters exclaimed with delight, but then they gazed up at him.
"It is finished," Albino said. He shook his head.
Caritha's countenance fell and her smile faded into a frown. “Did we do something wrong?”
“It’s all right,” he sighed. “The five swords have now bonded as they did with the Six, only this time the sword of Xavion was not among them. I would have preferred that you join all six of the swords and then you might have functioned more perfectly as a single unit.”
They looked at the floor and shuffled their feet, but he waved his hand as if it was unimportant. “You will still be able to fight side by side with Dantress; do not worry! Come.” He headed out of the chamber. “I will show you how to properly use these things.”
Chapter 3: A Weapon of Living Fire
“Well, well, fairest of the dragon’s daughters, practicing again ?”
Dantress ignored Miverē and evaluated her opponent. Standing in the center of the armory floor she stepped back and pulled aside the outer purple skirt that hid her scabbard. Her fingers felt their way around the familiar leather grip, and she drew out the sword, spraying flakes of rust into the air as she swung it upright in front of her eyes. With both hands she held it there, looking past it to her opponent.
A healthy rivalry had developed between her and her first-born sister. Caritha had excelled with weaponry, as had she.
Caritha stood with dignity and grace, much as a queen. But her eyes roved the room, betraying a busy mind. She ran her hand down the side of her purple skirt and opened the fold to reveal her own scabbard. With lightning speed she slipped the rusted sword from its scabbard and dashed toward Dantress, blade poised level with her
“There is much pain in your future, my daughter,” he whispered. “You will win and lose, both in great measure. But remember, always remember”—he passed his gaze over all his daughters, knowing that his next words would be their only comfort in the future—“I will be with you through everything, even when you cannot see me. I will never leave you alone! Do you understand?”
The sisters smiled, even Rose'el, and approached the blood-filled basin, eyeing the swords with new interest.
Handle first, he held out the rusted sword of Xavion. “To each of you I will give a sword of the Six. They will be yours to use in the cause of the innocent and helpless. With them you will fight as one, think as one; they will allow you to join strength as one. I will train you in their use and instruct you in the ways of warfare. Wield these weapons with love, and they will serve you well.”
In unison the five sisters standing near the wall reached up and pulled down the swords, their dark eyes gleaming.
"Be careful with those," he said. "Their edges may be rusted, but the blades can still sever your finger.
“Dantress.” He rested a claw on her shoulder and pressed Xavion’s rusted sword into her hand. "This sword I have saved for you. It belonged to Xavion, captain of the Six." Her mouth dropped open. Her fingers wrapped around the handle and then she grasped it with both hands and held it before her.
The blade glowed softly, a rusted red color. “This sword is special among its brethren,” Albino said. “It is the only weapon whose master was not a traitor and for that reason it may one day be returned to its former glory, transparent and beautiful. Watch over it with care, for it belonged to a very dear friend.”
“Look, Father! See what we can do?” Caritha, Laura, Rose’el, Evela and Levena raised their swords, touching the points together. He cried out for them to stop, but it was too late. Blue energy sizzled along the swords’ blades and joined between them, then dispersed harmlessly throughout the chamber.
The sisters exclaimed with delight, but then they gazed up at him.
"It is finished," Albino said. He shook his head.
Caritha's countenance fell and her smile faded into a frown. “Did we do something wrong?”
“It’s all right,” he sighed. “The five swords have now bonded as they did with the Six, only this time the sword of Xavion was not among them. I would have preferred that you join all six of the swords and then you might have functioned more perfectly as a single unit.”
They looked at the floor and shuffled their feet, but he waved his hand as if it was unimportant. “You will still be able to fight side by side with Dantress; do not worry! Come.” He headed out of the chamber. “I will show you how to properly use these things.”
Chapter 3: A Weapon of Living Fire
“Well, well, fairest of the dragon’s daughters, practicing again ?”
Dantress ignored Miverē and evaluated her opponent. Standing in the center of the armory floor she stepped back and pulled aside the outer purple skirt that hid her scabbard. Her fingers felt their way around the familiar leather grip, and she drew out the sword, spraying flakes of rust into the air as she swung it upright in front of her eyes. With both hands she held it there, looking past it to her opponent.
A healthy rivalry had developed between her and her first-born sister. Caritha had excelled with weaponry, as had she.
Caritha stood with dignity and grace, much as a queen. But her eyes roved the room, betraying a busy mind. She ran her hand down the side of her purple skirt and opened the fold to reveal her own scabbard. With lightning speed she slipped the rusted sword from its scabbard and dashed toward Dantress, blade poised level with her
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