I drew my sword, but before charging into the fight I looked with curiosity at my blade.
It was glowing with a bright blue pulsing light. Intricate designs raced up the blade, blinking and flashing. I’d had the blade for about a month, after Bastille had given it to me, and I’d never seen it glow, or the intricate designs..
“Cove!” Andrew called. I took a deep breath, adjusted my grip on my blade, and charged into the fight.
The sword crackled with energy and power I had never seen befor4e. It worked the same except it felt lighter in my hand. We cut the wolves back , many, including me, were injured. The sword’s light faded, as did the designs, and I looked at it curiously.
“Cove!” Peter said, excitement in his eyes. We began to climb the mountain.
“What?” I asked, confused about my sword. I also had a terrible headache.
“That sword is made from Star rock!!” Peter exclaimed.
“Like the starsword?” I asked.
“Yes, but less powerful.”
“I have to talk to Bastille.” I replied as we approached the entrance. Our team took up guard over the entrance.
“Passcode!” I called as a weary band of Harbone soldiers approache3d.
“A friend and Fellow.” Hewson Said. He sounded tired.
“Pass on!” I called, several soldiers looked at us. I wondered how Hanna was.
We stood guard for what felt like ages. Rain plastered our clothes to our fur and drenched us to the bone. Eventually several guards replaced us, and we walked wearily into the Savory Den.
I snagged a bowl of Gort’s soup and scanned the Savory Den for Bastille.
Finding her, I jogged over.
“You gave me a sword made from Star Rock?” I asked.
“Mhm.”
“Star Rock? Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?”
“Mhm.”
“Bastille Blackstar!” I shouted.
“Oh, hi. Sorry, I’m eating. Go away.”
“No! You gave me a sword made of Star Rock! Where did you even find Star Rock?”
“Elves.”
“What! First I find this ancient apothecary journal next my sword was made by elves!! Are we younglings!?”
“No! Elves are real!”
“And so is Spacy Clean! What was she, a centaur!”
“You’ve been reading too much mythology, Cove. And No, Spacy Clean was a rabbit.”
“I don’t care! If elves are real I’ll yell burnout!”
“Don’t you dare!”
“I will!”
“You won’t!”
Bastille threw her soup bowl. It broke into a hundred shards on the floor, spraying the nearest diners in soup.
“Alright, alright! The savory den is for eating, not fighting!” Gort exclaimed. But Bastille shoved a piece of bread in his mouth.
“Why’d you do that! Were short on food and everything matters!”
“Now your one of them, eh?” Bastille asked.
“I don’t want to starve innocent younglings because of your selfishness, Bastille!”
“Enough!” Lord Rake shouted. The Savory Den quieted as the leader walked in.
“You two, please stop fighting!” He yelled. “It’s midnight and you’ll wake the world!”
“Fine.” I jogged back to the bunkhouse, so tired I forgot to unbuckle my sword.
I woke to see Pacer.
“Lieutenant! There’s a row in the Savory Den!”
mhm... i don't know if i like this chapter...
Bastille and Fleck finally fought each other,....
Fleck has a starsword? theres more than one? i mean, his is less powerful..
stay tuned to hear more!!!
#thiswaswhatiwasthinkingwhenreadingthebooksatenhundredthtime!!!
i'm gonna go read EE for the tenth time one of these days.. or is it the 20th time?
-Fleck