Ch. 19 Hope's Tale
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DamiaQueenOftheGypsies- Kiinda sorta, they're not going to kick him out of his own office after all
Dumbledorr nodded in understanding and said, "If you would follow me then, Ladies and Gentlemen? You will want to bring your things." This last was directed to the four students who obediently gathered their bags and followed the adults out of the room. Dumbledorr led them through the maze of hallways that is Hogwarts to the Room of Requirement. "I do believe that you will have sufficient privacy in here."
Tani inclined her head and replied, "Thank You, we will talk to you again before we leave." She ushered the four teens in ahead of her as Dumbledorr made his way back to his office.
The Room of Requirement was set up with a small round table for eight with refreshments laid out on it. Once everyone was settled Kyana said, " I'm going to ask that when we are explaining your blade's Geas and story you do not interrupt everything should be made clear at the end of the telling.
Hope usually starts things off simply by virtue of her bearers tending to know what she is. Hope's Geas is an odd one for a blade to have, her bearers cannot cause serious physical harm to another and must Heal any who are in real need of her aid. To understand her tale you must know first that Werewolves tend to band together into clans.
Long ago, there was some dissent in Ranai, but no one wanted to challenge the clan leader. The people who wanted to were allowed a peaceful split with the blessings of the clan leaders. The new clan named itself K'shien. The clan had been fully functioning for a year when a group of witches and wizards from the neighboring town decided to eliminate Ranai. They found K'shien instead and murdered every man, woman child there. Only two people survived the massacre, the 95-year-old clan healer/smith, and her 10-year-old foster daughter. They had been hunting for herbs and when they returned found the clan in ruins. They had to find some way to survive, they could of course return to Ranai but they first had to get there. The Healer knew the way but was too weak to travel that far and keep the little one safe. The healer/smith forged a blade with spells interwoven with the metal according to teachings we have now forgotten. She then ran upon the blade whispering a prayer of a spell and sealed herself into the sword. Her foster daughter picked up the blade and was sent on a journey to heal those in the clans who had been wounded and bringing the hope of finding acceptance for what we are in others. The healer/smith's spirit guided her in her actions and when she was to old to carry on the Geas she passed the spirit sword on to another." Kyana finished her tale and took a sip of water. "Hope, as the sword is now known can and will talk to her bearers mentally. Do you have any questions deara?" Janie shook her head wordlessly.
AN: the stories of the blades will be one chapter each. That way I can update faster.