Chapter 2

The sword

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'Who said that?' the boy wondered as he began the journey to the land of the awake.

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'Sounds like a girl's voice and… so familiar. 'Thought the boy who was now half awake.

Brad! Wake up!

Now he was awake. The boy, now identified as Brad, bolted upright in his bed. He was wearing the same outfit that he wore when he went to bed, and wore in that strange dream. But Brad wasn't thinking about the dream right now, instead he was scanning the room for whatever had woken him up. What he found was his friend of 7 years or more Piastol.

She had inch long snow white hair and ice blue eyes, a petite body that was strong, lithe, about 5 feet 3 inches tall, and in Brad's opinion very hot. She was wearing her usual outfit consisting of: an electric blue T-shirt, black blazer (that aside from the color difference looked exactly like Brad's), tight black jeans, and steel toed black shoes. In her hands was her weapon of choice. A scythe. It had a black wooden shaft but the blade was, like all weapons of arcadia, a moonstone-metal alloy colored a snow white, indicating that she had it imbued with a silver moonstone at present.

"Piastol. Why in deep sky did you wake me up? And why do you have your scythe with you."

"Because it's time to get to work." Said the white haired girl. Seeing Brads' confused look she continued "We spotted a vaulan cruiser and were going to raid it. Now hurry up and grab your sword. We can't let Vyse have all the fun right?"

"Damn right we can't." said Brad getting off his bed and grabbing his sword which he had found in the last raid on a heavily armed vaulan cargo ship.

It looked like a broadsword. The blade's moonstone-alloy edge was red like Piastol's scythe, meaning Brad had it energized by a red moonstone as well. The blade was about two and ¾ feet long and the center was engraved with strange runes. The other eight inches was the gold hilt, handle wrapped in black chord, and gold hand guard that had a glowing 1 inch diameter spherical diamond imbedded in the center.

Brad had found the sword purely by chance. The sword was inside a box that looked like it was older than dirt and was covered in what looked like silver runes. The box itself wasn't what got the crew interested in it. It was the fact that the box was inside a high grade safe that took a pyrum spell to blast open and the safe was guarded by 4 vaulan marines.

Soon after they had gotten the box they felt like throwing it into deep sky. No matter what they did they couldn't open it, they even tried blasting it open like they did the safe it was in. Didn't do a moons be damned thing. Just when they were about to throw it overboard something… odd happened.

Brad had started to examine it to see if there was some sort of seam or depression. As soon as he touched it the runes on the box started to glow a bright white light that got everyone's' attention and after the light faded the box opened to reveal the sword in a black sheath. After having the sword examined they gave it to captain Dyne who gave it to Brad saying "You found it, it's yours."

Ever since that day nearly a year ago Brad had been training with the sword and he had learned something cool about it. It boosted the power behind his spells when he focused his magic into it before casting them. Since he was both a swordsman and a mage, this was great but because he didn't want to grow too reliant on it he didn't use this power very often.

But this wasn't a time for Brad to reminisce. Now was the time for a raid. But this one raid would begin a journey that would shake the very foundation of the world of Arcadia.

And to think… the ones to change the fate of the world are a bunch of teenagers.