Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny ❯ Hard Awaking and The True Masamune, a Dream Come True ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Hard Awaking and The True Masamune, a Dream Come True

Kid

I woke disoriented, wondered where Duncan was. Then I remembered the events of last night. I knew that Lynx teaching would be tiring, but so much had left me drained. Rya was leaning on the door, wearing an expression that couldn't mean anything good. I only then remember that Lynx would tell them everything. Something dreadful sank in my mind. "He's gone ain' he?" I asked. She raised her eyes and saw that I was awake. "Yes, he is, he and Glenn both. Do not worry, he's in good hand," she said. I tried to get up but I felt a wave of dizziness and fell back on my bed. "YE LET THEM GO? YER INSAN'??? DIDN' YOU HEAR? HE AIN' NO DESTINY! WE HAVE TO STOP EM!!!!" I yelled. "No, They're five days gone, and beside, we'd only be in the way. At least now, they won't have to worry about us." I know I was over reacting, but I tried to get up again. I had as much success as at my previous attempt. I let myself fall back and felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt ashamed of myself. He was old enough to take care of himself. I shouldn't fuss over him like a brainless, lovesick young woman, which to be true with myself, was what I was. But why did he leave without saying goodbye. I knew he loved me, but he should have loved me enough to say goodbye. I cried more and the next thing I knew, I was crying on her shoulder. "It's all right, he'll be alright, don't worry." she said. At this moment the mayor walked in. "Good, you're awake, he left this for you," he said, handing me an envelope. He left without another word. I opened it.

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Lynx.

I was livid. It was a disaster. The human boys were going to get themselves killed. I was raging, angry, I wanted to give them a lesson. But even if I had been able to do so, it would be to late. Five days they had been gone and I only found out now. I ran into Miella, the sister of my deceased wife. I found my temper cool down and my anger seeping away. She had grown since the last time I had seen her. Over seven years, she looked like her sister.

"Ly, what a pleasant surprises! I had thought you had forsaken us after so long." I found myself smiling at the memory of the young feral demi-human she had been when I had met her and her sister more then twenty years ago, when himself had been hot-headed. She thought he was a giant and attacked him. He understood her concern for her family was small, rarely reaching more then four feet in size. He had been six eleven at the time. The mistake had been understandable. "Would you forsake the only place you have happy memories, friend and to some extant family? Your home?" I asked softly. "No . . . I would not do so, but without you here, Ilanden feels empty, as if . . . you would not understand how to feels." she said. I knew what it felt like to be alone, empty since Alemi and Lion's death. But I didn't understand what she meant. She was a lovely looking felinekind and she had a mind as sharp as her sister's was, even though she had quiet down in early adulthood. I didn't understand what she meant, she explained herself with her next statement. "Do you know how hard it is to see the person you love being happy with someone else? The cutting in your heart when they show up at your residence. No matter how much you tell yourself that you are happy that he is happy. How much you envy the other one, how much you start to hate her? How hard it is to pretend to be happy for them, and how much it is when it's the person you have com to see as a mother who steals him away from you?" she said. "I feel sorry that this should happen to anyone, do I know this person?" I asked. She shook her head sadly. "I hope you will one day," she said. Then she walked away. It was time for me to pay a visit to the library.

Duncan

I felt horrible. The sun scorched everything with its ray. I smelled like I had not bath in years. Every muscle and bone in my body ached with pain. Glenn seemed to be taking the hellish heat and his packs as a matter of fact and did not seemed to be bothered by them. I had come to the conclusion that he could not be human, which of course was unreasonable. I moaned when we stopped for the night. "Not as easy as you had thought, is it?" he said with humour. " I beg you pardon oh knowledgeable man. I had not realized that you, oh all mighty barbarians of El Nido, were as strong as they were stupid." he retort. Glenn smiled. "And I had not realize that city boys were so soft. I think I saw a child once who might have been as soft as you my friend." He replied with a grin. He kept on unpacking the dragoon while I was catching my breath. Of course, by the time I had it back, he was almost done setting up the camp. It was an improvement, for the first day, I had been catching my breath for ten minutes after the camp was set. I looked up at the sky and wondered if Kid was recovering well. I was worried for her, but not as much as I might have been had she come with us. I missed her terribly, wanted to go back to her, but if I did that, I could not fulfill my personal quest for redemption. I had to face with the Reaper or my chance of redeeming myself would be nonexistent. But the greatest risk was that if I did not try while Kid was absent, it would ultimately result in the destruction of the world, and Kid. It was not my quest for redemption I had in mind anymore, but ensuring a good future for Kid. Glenn interrupted my reflection by throwing one of the survival packages, containing little, if any, meat and some other thing that vaguely looked like bread. "Eat my friend, you do not wish to starve yourself before we reached Gryffin Nest do you?" he asked. I grabbed the bread and chewed on it. It was very hard to do so. "How long before we reached our first objective?" I asked. "Hand me the map and I will tell you, I must see how far we traveled. I would say tomorrow by noon, we will of course make camp at the borders, I have no wish to be there after nightfall. Then at dawn we will leave and reach our final destination by late afternoon of the same day we entered. You will kill this Reaper and we can travel back right away to safer land." he explained as I gave him the map. I thought we had made more progress then in the past four days, but I wasn't an expert. Glenn frowned and seemed to recalculate. Finally he spoke. "I was mistaken Duncan. We will not reach Gryffin Nest tomorrow." I asked why. " Because from the landmarks I see now, and the good time we made today, I assume that we are between one and two miles away from Ilanden's borders into Gryffin Nest." I looked at him and he gave me the map back. The sky was completely black, the stars I had been studying a few minutes ago were gone. Glenn unsheathed the Einlanzer and I tensed. The night was silent, eerily so. I heard soft words being spoken. Or more recalled hearing them. "Do not worry, what you are feeling is not of wicked intent. They harbor no ill feelings to you as they would have once." I looked around me and watched for the source of the voice. I felt a sensation of wonder when I realized it had come from Glenn's unsheathed sword. He lowered his guard. Not completely but some. It was then that I noticed the pulsing red light. It was slowly fading. I pointed it to my friend and he turned to see. He looked back at me and with unspoken words decided to go investigate. We would have walked in perfect darkness if Glenn had not brought the Einlanzer out. It was glowing softly, barely enough for us to go forward without breaking out necks. After a few minutes of walking in silence, we reached a clearing. In its center stood a tombstone. In the soft earth was a golden sword, buried almost to the hilt, as if someone smaller then us had stabbed the earth there. We approached warily and read what it was saying. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Glenn

I could feel Dario standing beside me, granting me his legendary courage so I would not run like a chicken. I saw Duncan's expression changing into shock. I leaned forward to read what could possibly shock my friend so. The script was very shocking for as I read, it changed. As if someone was pulling a page up.

Here lays Sir Frog,

A cursed man, the true wielder of the Masamune.

It changed.

Who are thee, why come to my last resting-place?

It changed again.

Dario, Glenn, Duncan, welcome. Have thou come to wield my blade so soon after it has come back to me? Do one of thee wish to become the new wielder of the Masamune? Do one of thee wish so?

It changed one last time.

If thy wish to do so, know that only the worthy can retrieve it. The unworthy shall be trapped with the curse that afflicted me while I lived.

Duncan looked at me and I looked at him. I could tell he did not wish to touch the sword. "You are the one who uses such weapon Glenn, not I. Now, if it was a dagger . . ." I nodded and walked to it. As my hand closed around the hilt, it suddenly hit me of what would happen to me if I was not worthy. I could not go back to Rya cursed. For all I knew, it was a curse worse then the plague, spreading as people came into contact with each other. Could I do this to Duncan? Could I go back to Rya, fearing that a single contact would be enough to destroy her? Could I curse the world for a sword? Should I do so? It was a sword to banish evil, but what if it brought a greater one? No I could not. I was trying to save the world, not destroy it. Then I saw a glimpse of the future, of what would happen if I made the wrong decision. Everything dead, not even the Forces lived, for they had consumed themselves in the attempt to survive. Then I remembered what I had read, `the same curse that afflicted me while I lived.'So it couldn't be anything that would affect the world, only I would be curse, and to prevent this future, to give a chance to the world, and to Rya's future as well, I pulled on the hilt. Even if I was horribly disfigured after I fail and lost Rya's love, I would have make the better choice, saving her, her future and the future of the world. As these realization came to my mind, I felt it move inch by inch until the whole blade was extract from the soil. My vision changed as I saw the Masamune of the other world vanished. It had found it's true wielder. I had been judged worthy. Which meant I was, after all, without a doubt my father's son, and Dario's brother, and that someday, I would be as noble as they had been. The stars blinked back to life and the sounds of the night came back all at once. I sheath both weapons on my back, the hilts of the holly swords over my shoulder. We returned to the camp.

Duncan

We walked back to the clearing where we had make camp. I felt something shift and the next step I took brought me to a rocky landscape, with a colossal mountain. At it's feet laid a small shelter, I looked at it and I turned to see Glenn equally astonished. We walked to the shed and looked in. It was dimly lit. We walked in and I found myself in my dream. Four bricks wall whiter then the purest snow. A black door stood on the wall opposite to me. Glenn followed. "What is this place?" he asked astounded. "My dream" I answered.

This is it, fourth chapter, hope you'll enjoy it. Peace.

Kid_Lackey