Part 29

In my heart I understand

Materialising in front of the Council, Cammi summarised that a few hours had passed by, and he looked at the faces that stared at him.

"What?" he said, causing several to turn aware, embarrassed they had been staring.

"You look different?" said Meloni unsure.

"Wouldn't you, if you were sharing one body with two people. I'm bonded to Lalaith" he said sarcastically, earning a look from his mother.

"How do you feel, now that the two of you are bonded?" asked Councillor Spinwillow.

"Weird" Cammi admitted "I can feel her presence and thoughts in my mind. Feels like I've got a split personality" causing many to smile at this comment.

"Thank you, for that comment, Cammi" a feminine voice much like Lalaith's sounded from Cammi.

"Gum above, no!" replied Cammi shocked, causing some to snigger, or trying to stop the grin from breaking out on their faces but unsuccessfully.

He had thought that by joining they would only share the same body and thoughts, but it seemed not to be.

"Now getting down to business" said Lalaith again causing everyone in the to hall immediately sober up.

Altanion's Realm

Buried deep within his sanctuary, explosions rocked the realm, and several boulders were blasted into smithereens, a lone dark figure stood by an ancient book, placed upon a bookstand, the only thing standing in his realm.

Red blood eyes scanned the contents of the book, and he searched for something to help him regain all of his power. He had finally found the one book in his library that he had been searching for, for many days, his pathetic excuse for trolls taking too much of his time, time he did not have, so took up upon himself to find.

Now as held one of the three ancients books he knew were given to the legendary knight, Derrum Gummi by the angel Lalaith, he scanned the contents, searching for anything, which would aid in the final battle, but so far no such luck.

Gummadoon Interior

Lashing out at his invisible opponent, his sword cutting through the air, Cammi frowned. Training sure was uncomfortable, with another person in your mind.

Swinging his sword in an arc, Cammi continued to train, his only thoughts on the oncoming battle he knew would be approaching soon.

A loud angry rumble in the clouds, distracted Cammi causing him to stop in mid strike, and look up at the sky. One glance at the grey clouds told him a storm was on it way, and he heard the angry clap of thunder sounding in the distance, and he sheathed his sword and strode out the training grounds, the past incident still fresh on his mind, and he rubbed his right hand, where it still burned red, but would return to normal, by tomorrow.

Flashback

It was midday and Cammi was alone in the training grounds, most of the knights having gone off to do duty elsewhere or to dinner since the gong had sounded not a moment ago, but he didn't join them, instead his eyes were drawn on what had appeared before him.

The Sword Of Justice stood before him, floating in mid air, ready for him to take, but he didn't. Ignoring the voice of Lalaith in his mind, asking him to take the sword, he knelt, taking the time to examine the sword closer, since he hadn't any other opportunity to. The sunlight reflecting on the blade, Cammi thought it made the sword look somewhat holy, and his eyes squinted slightly at its brightness, and he rose to his full height again.

Reaching out, until his hand hovered above the hilt of the sword, Cammi hesitant, his hand trembling slightly, and he reasoned with his mind, whether or not to take it. Deciding he would, he wrapped his hand round the hilt, and hissed when he felt the familiar hot steel burn his hand, he yelped and he dropped the sword again at his feet, withdrawing his hand to his chest. Glaring at the fallen object he watched the sword disappear in a puff of smoke, yet again he had failed.

End Of Flashback

Feeling depressed, Cammi wondered over to the knight's tower. He would soon need to join the Council, but for now he could have the time alone in peace and quiet, and he climbed the stone stairs, until he reached the top, where he could look out the window and overlook Gummadoon.

Sighing in defeat, Cammi bowed his head, till his chin rested on his chest, and shuddered from the cold draft that swept in. He was disappointed.

Disappointed in himself that he still could not achieve to pick up the sword, even though he knew that the battle was drawing close now. He felt selfish, yet knew that it wasn't easy choice for anyone to sacrifice themselves, so he spent as much time as he could with his family, particularly his father.

He knew that he would be sacrificing himself, and would not be saving just their kind but also many other of this world, from the fate they were destined to have yet he could not find it in himself to do it.

Feeling even more down hearted from when he first came, Cammi descended the stairs, his only wish that when the final battle came, he would be able to do what was right, be it that he was alive or died, anything, as long as their lives could continue on in peace.

TBC…

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