Pawns are greater than the King

Disclaimer: I do not own magic: the gathering, any similarities to other story lines are purely coincidental.

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Chapter Two:
Whatever will be, will be.

Out of all the things requested of me, and wanted of me, I was not prepared for what I was about to be asked for. Hellrach, had just died, and I was going to leave because of that fact. I was to produce a weapon. My immediate reaction to this, was that I had only produced ornaments and eating implements, the nearest I got to a weapon was a butter knife. The details of the weapon, I was not told, all they said is to create a weapon, then if they were satisfied they would pay me handsomely. At first, I was sceptical that they would pay me after I had finished, but to urge me on they gave what they called "an incentive", though it was more of a deposit. With that "incentive" I set off to work.

Unfortunately for myself, I spent this deposit on mostly material, the finest metals that I could buy, I liked the word 'handsomely'. Next was what to build, I knew how to make a knife, but not a sword, or axe or any small are large bladed weapon, so rather than build anything that had been established, I decided to try and make something unique.

After many hours slaving over some parchments with a piece of charcoal in hand, I decided to just let my hand take me where ever it should take me. I do believe though that my mind's conceptions were to detailed to be drawn by my hand. Eventually the design came to practicality. I was to build a long metal shaft, and eight small blades. the weapon would be much like a spear, however with four blades at each end of the shaft. This meant that I did not have a produce a large blade, but smaller ones, and a simple shaft.

This simplicity meant that my work was supposed to be quickly finished, little did I know that it takes many hours at a grinding wheel to get the finest metals sharpened. My arm's aching more than normal, and my back in throbbing pain, I rested and waited for my commissioner to arrive.

This time, I remember most vividly, but however it was ultimately dull, and I shall not bore you with it, I'll skip straight to when the commissioner arrived. His small stature was more than compensated for by his myriad of guards and ornate clothing, I was in rags, tattered and torn. At this point, and only at this point he told me his name, Therian. This name he had given to himself, it was too soft to be that of local origin. He told me that this weapon would be for his wife.

This got me in doubt immediately, I had built a weapon for a warrior with large upper-body strength and tall stature.

But then his wife walked in. She was tall, and had large upper-body strength. If he was the brains of the outfit, she was certainly the muscle. Her paw like hands grasping the bladed pole, she was at first annoyed then curious.

She like the weapon, it being different. I could almost sense her strategic side thinking, that if this is a weapon none knew of, then if in war it would be an advantage.

After this worrying time of like and dislike was over, I was invited to come to a feast which Therian was hosting. This was dissatisfying, I expected pay, and instead I got hospitality, little did I know at this point that the latter is far more important if I one wishes to get up in the world.

That night, at this feast I was introduced to many a name that I forgot instantly, but I got talking to Therian's wife. She told me many stories that her father had told her, and how she was trained as a warrior to satisfy her father's need for a son which he never got. I was disheartened at the fact, I being very much disappointed with what I was forced to do in my childhood.

Many hours passed, and when all Therian's stately guests went, he affirmatively, but discretely handed me a sum of money, a some of money most fitting and then some.

With money and hand, and adventure in mind, I decided to hit the road, little did I know that the road I would choose what be one not desired, nor wanted by many.


Well that's chapter two, hope you enjoyed it. Please r&r.
Lu Chao