One week later, Glenn was again sitting on Termina beach, meditating to himself. The sun was very bright, but the cool breeze that came from the waves created a very pleasant atmosphere for Glenn. He sat with his legs crossed and eyes closed, seeing his mother from what he could remember. He could remember more and more from the lullaby as days passed, keeping it entirely secret so as not to share his mother with anyone else.
He heard footsteps approaching. He could tell there was only one person coming, and he figured it was his brother, by the sound of his boots. Glenn, still with his eyes closed, spoke to him. "What are you up to today brother?"
Silence.
Glenn opened his eyes, as Dario stood beside him, holding a sword. Dario drove the sword into the ground, turned around, and began to walk away. Glenn looked bewildered at the sword, since it had shined so brightly in the sun. He stood up slowly, and grabbed the white hilt of the great sword. He picked it up out of the ground and held it up. Seeing the crest on the blade, Glenn dropped the sword. The Einlanzer fell to the ground, pushing out sand from where it landed.
Glenn turned around. Dario stood there, as if crying without expressing the emotion of his overwhelming grief. Glenn ran up to him and embraced him as tears rolled down his cheek.
"You may do what you like with the sword," Dario said quietly. "Our father is buried on the Isle of Sacred Remains." Glenn squeezed his brother tighter as Dario patted him on the back.
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Glenn ran into the city and farther down to the docks. The docks were a part of the town, where boatmen would come in and out with merchandise. Some would even give rides to places around the archipelago to those who had the money. Three long wooden docks sat with only one boat in that day. Glenn ran to the dock, and giving a boatman a handful of coins, Glenn took the boat and rowed out of the area, through the unusually calm waters. Glenn trekked out of Termina and around the northern part of the island, going eastward to the dark island known as the Isle of Sacred Remains.
After landing on the beach and tying the boat to a nearby branch, Glenn ran past the skulls and bones of animals that had once lived on the island. Treading over the black and purple stones, Glenn found himself running all the way down the twisted bramble paths to a mirror. He held up his father's keepsake that he had since he was a child, and the mirror faded into a window, and then into nothing. Glenn looked up the path, and began walking.
This was the cape where Garai was buried. A headstone lay at the end of the path, which was the top of a cliff before the water surrounding the isle. Like a spike that came off the island, this land was reserved only for the greatest of the fallen. Glenn walked up to the headstone, and without looking at it, drove the Einlanzer into the ground before it. Glenn suddenly felt as if he had finally bridged the gap between him and his father.
"This is the sword of my father!" Glenn shouted to no one. "This is the sword that resembles the power and courage of one man, and one family! My father's hopes and dreams, and now it is our time! We will find your sword father. We will find the Masamune! And only then will we take the holy Einlanzer to be our own!"
As Glenn returned home, he could hear the echo of his father's words from long ago.
"Glenn, inside of each of us there is a light. This light will always lead the righteous people down the correct path. You will still have your choices, my son, but you must choose to do what you know is right in your mind and in your heart. Take your light, and make something of it. You will make me proud someday. Even if that means walking away from something you had always dreamed of."
Indeed, Glenn walked away from the sword that day, knowing full well his course. He was to become a knight, at the wish of his father. And the choices Glenn made? Let's just say that this is the world he'd have rather lived in.
He heard footsteps approaching. He could tell there was only one person coming, and he figured it was his brother, by the sound of his boots. Glenn, still with his eyes closed, spoke to him. "What are you up to today brother?"
Silence.
Glenn opened his eyes, as Dario stood beside him, holding a sword. Dario drove the sword into the ground, turned around, and began to walk away. Glenn looked bewildered at the sword, since it had shined so brightly in the sun. He stood up slowly, and grabbed the white hilt of the great sword. He picked it up out of the ground and held it up. Seeing the crest on the blade, Glenn dropped the sword. The Einlanzer fell to the ground, pushing out sand from where it landed.
Glenn turned around. Dario stood there, as if crying without expressing the emotion of his overwhelming grief. Glenn ran up to him and embraced him as tears rolled down his cheek.
"You may do what you like with the sword," Dario said quietly. "Our father is buried on the Isle of Sacred Remains." Glenn squeezed his brother tighter as Dario patted him on the back.
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Glenn ran into the city and farther down to the docks. The docks were a part of the town, where boatmen would come in and out with merchandise. Some would even give rides to places around the archipelago to those who had the money. Three long wooden docks sat with only one boat in that day. Glenn ran to the dock, and giving a boatman a handful of coins, Glenn took the boat and rowed out of the area, through the unusually calm waters. Glenn trekked out of Termina and around the northern part of the island, going eastward to the dark island known as the Isle of Sacred Remains.
After landing on the beach and tying the boat to a nearby branch, Glenn ran past the skulls and bones of animals that had once lived on the island. Treading over the black and purple stones, Glenn found himself running all the way down the twisted bramble paths to a mirror. He held up his father's keepsake that he had since he was a child, and the mirror faded into a window, and then into nothing. Glenn looked up the path, and began walking.
This was the cape where Garai was buried. A headstone lay at the end of the path, which was the top of a cliff before the water surrounding the isle. Like a spike that came off the island, this land was reserved only for the greatest of the fallen. Glenn walked up to the headstone, and without looking at it, drove the Einlanzer into the ground before it. Glenn suddenly felt as if he had finally bridged the gap between him and his father.
"This is the sword of my father!" Glenn shouted to no one. "This is the sword that resembles the power and courage of one man, and one family! My father's hopes and dreams, and now it is our time! We will find your sword father. We will find the Masamune! And only then will we take the holy Einlanzer to be our own!"
As Glenn returned home, he could hear the echo of his father's words from long ago.
"Glenn, inside of each of us there is a light. This light will always lead the righteous people down the correct path. You will still have your choices, my son, but you must choose to do what you know is right in your mind and in your heart. Take your light, and make something of it. You will make me proud someday. Even if that means walking away from something you had always dreamed of."
Indeed, Glenn walked away from the sword that day, knowing full well his course. He was to become a knight, at the wish of his father. And the choices Glenn made? Let's just say that this is the world he'd have rather lived in.