The Enemy
I scanned the battlefield for any signs of the object I seeked. Staring out into the horizon, I realized that even though the battle seemed like yesterday, it was ten thousand years ago. Looking at the remains, I found a skeleton. A dwarf skeleton. Its jaw was unhinged, revealing rows of large, tombstone teeth for grinding. I walked towards the sun, feeling the heat. It had been a long time since I had felt it.
Several arrows I had found, buried under a mass of soil. One even had a name on it. Etherin Frond. My brother. I had looked everywhere, but nowhere could I find the object I seeked. I closed my eyes, imagining the green blade, which came down to meet turqouise hilt with an emerald at each end of the crossgaurd. On the butt, there was a greek rune embedded. Alpha. I don't know why, but it had been on the butt of both me and my brother's swords.
Then, a huge explosion shook the battlefield. I ran forward into a huge crater. There. A dark object, shaped like a cross. It radiated energy, sending out a low hum. Yes. This was it.
I moved forward, carefully taking out the sword. I stared at it, relishing the sight.
I detected a presence behind me. I slashed, only to be blocked by a greyish gold sword.
Luke circled around me, looking smug. Ah, well, some people are like that. Of course it is an achievment if you impress me, the first elven king, but still. I held the blade close, my skin tingling from the energy. I got an electric buzz, giving me energy. My sword.
My name is Frond. King Prometheus Frond.