[pic]Disclaimer: Story by me but not the characters.
Double edged sword.
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Sydney walked down the corridor, the heel of her shoe hitting the floor echoing through the
empty hallways. Sydney than turned left into another room filled with antiquities. In the
corner of the room was a petite blonde shuffling through some files from a shelf.
Sydney approached her and smiled. "Hi my name is Sydney Fox and I'm here to see
Mr.Pierres? He should be expecting me. My secre-."
"Oh yes, well he's inside, if-" she didn't finish as the stack of files in her hands fell
to the floor. "oh no I'm -"
"Never mind it's fine I'll help myself," Sydney said smiling and already walking towards
the door. Sydney knocked and heard a muffled 'come in'. She opened the door and smelt the
fragrance of musky books. "Mr. Pierres? I'm-"
"Professor Fox!" A elderly man in his 50's walked up from behind an oak table. "Finally
I have the pleasure of meeting you in person. I never got to thank you for recovering the
precious relic."
"Thank you Mr. Pierres, but I actually came here because you called me?"
"Yes, yes. That was regarding the sword wasn't it?" Sydney merely nodded. "Oh umm,
please take a sit Ms Fox." Sydney moved towards a chair and eyed it rather cautiously and saw
that it was covered in dust. But not wanting to waste anymore time than she already had,
Sydney sat anyway. "Well about the sword, I wanted to ask you did you take the sword with
your own hands?" he continued.
Sydney wondered why he would ask such a question. "Well actually no, It was my assistant
who-"
"Your assistant and is he all right?" He asked again this time leaning more closely towards
her.
Sydney was hit full in the face at the thought of Nigel in the hospital. "Umm actually no,
his in the hospital and doctors don't know what's wrong. "Sydney answered her voice almost
whisper.
Mr., Pierres let out a sigh as he leaned back into his leather chair. "Than that's it ,
the legend is true."
"What legend?" Sydney's heart was beating even faster now.
Pierres stood up. "When the Dandolo became a crusader, he ordered that a sword be
specifically made for him in his quest. So the blacksmiths thought up of a ancient sword where
the sword was made with three drops of blood from the it's master. Than the sword will be his and
only his. No one else would be able to own it, and if it fell into the another's hands than that
person would suffer the curse."
"What curse? Why haven't we heard of it before?" Sydney asked, her mind in a whirl.
"I wouldn't blame you for not being able to find it," Pierres looked outside his window.
"Because Dandolo," he continued, "Was so afraid of being called a fool for believing a old
wives tale that he hid this secret from everyone. Still the cursed worked and was called
the 'Blood curse'. In short Professor Fox, your assistant is dying."
Sydney gasped. The thought of loosing Nigel suddenly was becoming more of a reality,
closer than ever before. "Can't we do anything." She answered her voice sounding hoarse.
"There is a way. First your assistant must not be apart from the sword or he'll die even
faster. Second, this will be harder. you must find the scabbard of the sword and place the sword
back into it."
"But nobody knows where it is."
"I believe I have the clue to it." Sydney's eyes widened. "I have come into possession
of a medallion that could lead you to it. So I will now lend you both the sword and the
medallion and I'm sure that you will return both relics in due time with something else of value
along." He said, his eyes shining. "You can pick the relics up from my secretary."
"Thank you Mr. Pierres, I don't know how I can-"
"I'm also doing this on selfish reasons Ms. Fox. After all the museum does want more to
display," Pierres said smiling.
Sydney got up to leave.
"Don't disappoint me, Professor Fox."
Sydney smiled back and knew that for Nigel's sake, she won't.
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Double edged sword.
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Sydney walked down the corridor, the heel of her shoe hitting the floor echoing through the
empty hallways. Sydney than turned left into another room filled with antiquities. In the
corner of the room was a petite blonde shuffling through some files from a shelf.
Sydney approached her and smiled. "Hi my name is Sydney Fox and I'm here to see
Mr.Pierres? He should be expecting me. My secre-."
"Oh yes, well he's inside, if-" she didn't finish as the stack of files in her hands fell
to the floor. "oh no I'm -"
"Never mind it's fine I'll help myself," Sydney said smiling and already walking towards
the door. Sydney knocked and heard a muffled 'come in'. She opened the door and smelt the
fragrance of musky books. "Mr. Pierres? I'm-"
"Professor Fox!" A elderly man in his 50's walked up from behind an oak table. "Finally
I have the pleasure of meeting you in person. I never got to thank you for recovering the
precious relic."
"Thank you Mr. Pierres, but I actually came here because you called me?"
"Yes, yes. That was regarding the sword wasn't it?" Sydney merely nodded. "Oh umm,
please take a sit Ms Fox." Sydney moved towards a chair and eyed it rather cautiously and saw
that it was covered in dust. But not wanting to waste anymore time than she already had,
Sydney sat anyway. "Well about the sword, I wanted to ask you did you take the sword with
your own hands?" he continued.
Sydney wondered why he would ask such a question. "Well actually no, It was my assistant
who-"
"Your assistant and is he all right?" He asked again this time leaning more closely towards
her.
Sydney was hit full in the face at the thought of Nigel in the hospital. "Umm actually no,
his in the hospital and doctors don't know what's wrong. "Sydney answered her voice almost
whisper.
Mr., Pierres let out a sigh as he leaned back into his leather chair. "Than that's it ,
the legend is true."
"What legend?" Sydney's heart was beating even faster now.
Pierres stood up. "When the Dandolo became a crusader, he ordered that a sword be
specifically made for him in his quest. So the blacksmiths thought up of a ancient sword where
the sword was made with three drops of blood from the it's master. Than the sword will be his and
only his. No one else would be able to own it, and if it fell into the another's hands than that
person would suffer the curse."
"What curse? Why haven't we heard of it before?" Sydney asked, her mind in a whirl.
"I wouldn't blame you for not being able to find it," Pierres looked outside his window.
"Because Dandolo," he continued, "Was so afraid of being called a fool for believing a old
wives tale that he hid this secret from everyone. Still the cursed worked and was called
the 'Blood curse'. In short Professor Fox, your assistant is dying."
Sydney gasped. The thought of loosing Nigel suddenly was becoming more of a reality,
closer than ever before. "Can't we do anything." She answered her voice sounding hoarse.
"There is a way. First your assistant must not be apart from the sword or he'll die even
faster. Second, this will be harder. you must find the scabbard of the sword and place the sword
back into it."
"But nobody knows where it is."
"I believe I have the clue to it." Sydney's eyes widened. "I have come into possession
of a medallion that could lead you to it. So I will now lend you both the sword and the
medallion and I'm sure that you will return both relics in due time with something else of value
along." He said, his eyes shining. "You can pick the relics up from my secretary."
"Thank you Mr. Pierres, I don't know how I can-"
"I'm also doing this on selfish reasons Ms. Fox. After all the museum does want more to
display," Pierres said smiling.
Sydney got up to leave.
"Don't disappoint me, Professor Fox."
Sydney smiled back and knew that for Nigel's sake, she won't.
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