"Hmmm..." Caliburn felt concerned for himself. "I suppose something must be done about this."

Sonic stopped and turned to the sword in his hands. "What're ya talking about?"

"Yeah, what's going on with you, Caliburn?" Ogilvie asked, joining the two with Maurice and Merlina.

"My edge has grown blunt." the sword explained. "Being in that rock for so long has taken its toll. Especially since SOMEONE stabbed me to the ground a few moments ago,"

He glared at Maurice, who rolled his eyes and turned away with no care whatsoever. Ogilvie chuckled and Sonic grinned.

"Ha!" the emerald-eyed azure hedgehog retorted. "Not the sharpest tool in the shed, huh!"

"That's because a gentleman shouldn't have such an edge."

"Gentleman? Who you calling 'gentleman'?"

Caliburn glared at him and Ogilvie finally laughed.

"We must seek out the blacksmith in the catle town." the sacred sword ignored him. "I must be presentable when we meet the Lady of the Lake."

"Alright," Sonic turned to the female wizard. "What are you going to do Merlina?... Merlina? Hello?"

Maurice turned to the red-haired female as she picked up a flower from the grass.

She placed it close to her to admire and observe it. "Why do flowers bloom, known they are destined to wither?"

The jade-eyed hedgehog narrowed his eyes at her with a raised eyebrow, suspicious again as his thoughts began to race.

"Huh?" his brothers were in deep confusion before they exchanged glances and shrugs.

Merlina sighed. "Their time of beauty is so short lived. Forgive me, Sonic, Ogilvie, Maurice. But I will be recognized in town. I shall remain behind in hiding."

"But why?" Maurice growled and Ogilvie nudged him.

"Ric, rude!" he told his older brother off.

"All right, then," Sonic shrugged and turned. "I guess its so long for now."

"Yes…" the female wizard nodded in agreement. "May your journey be safe,"

Later…

"This must be the place,"

The triplets and the sword arrived in town and entered the place where the blacksmith was said to live and work. As they entered, they saw a familiar yellow, two-tailed fox.

"Hey, Tails!" Sonic greeted, only to be smacked by Maurice.

"You idiot!" he scolded.

"Nah it can't be him." Ogilvie said with a nod before he turned to the blacksmith. "This is the smithy right?"

"It sure is!" the two-tailed fox called Blacksmith smiled at them and bowed. "Welcome sir knights!"

"They are no knights." Caliburn pointed out. "At least not yet."

Sonic glared at him. "Says you."

The Blacksmith gasped as he was handed the sword. "What a magnificent sword! I've never seen one that talks before."

"Oh, he talks all right," Ogilvie sighed in annoyance.

"A little too much, if I do say so myself," Maurice huffed with folded arms.

The Blacksmith observed the sacred sword and nodded. "I know a fine blade when I see it. I am a blacksmith after all."

"Great." Sonic smiled. "Think you can sharpen this dull piece of rust?"

"Fool!" Caliburn was obviously offended. "It is you who is dull."

"Of course I could." The Blacksmith chose to ignore the argument between them. "Now what is the sword's name."

"Caliburn." Ogilvie replied.

"Caliburn? Where have I heard that name before…?"

"Sorry," Maurice interrupted, glaring at the fox. "but can you speed it up a bit. We're kinda on a hurry."

"Sure!" The Blacksmith smiled and tried to ignore the deadly glare given to him. "Leave it to me!"