Vera's POV:
After two years, I finally see the light. I finally have Scipio in my arms. I'm finally 100% happy, but... There's something knawing at me. I need to find the blade of the sword to return those two years of my life.
"Vera?" He called out to me from the livingroom.
I poked mhead from the kitchen,"Yeah?"
"I asked if you live here alone?"
He did? Wow, I must have been deep in thought.
"Um, yeah. Mia used to live in the other room but she recently moved out. Her father wanted her back at her house and well, she didn't have to pay rent there so she left."
"How long have you been living alone?"
"Oh, about a month and a half."
I poured the hot chocolate into two cups and placed them on the table. Scipio came, took a cup, and sat down accross from me.
"Why don't...you, come back?"
I froze. Why don't I come back?
There were many reasons why I didn't come back, but now those reasons are reasons of why to come back.
I didn't know what to say.
"Come back. We miss you. I don't know about Mosca or Riccio, then again I don't know anything about them for over a year..."
"What happened to them?"
"They sailed away. To find adventure." He laughed and took a sip.
"Well, what's wrong with that?" I frowned.
"Nothing, it's just that... If you can't find 'adventure' where you're at, how do you expect to find it elsewhere?"
He has a point.
"But if it wasn't for me thinking like that I would have never gone to Venice." I smirked.
"I thought you went to meet Prosp and Bo?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Meeting your lost borthers isn't adventure?"
"I give up. You win this time."
I smiled."Scipio?"
"Yeah?"
I reached out and took his hand.
"Have you ever heard of... The Vortex Sword?"
He choked a little on the warm liquid.
"Yes I have. Why do you ask?"
I stood up,"Wait here."
I walked tp my room and kneeled down by my nightstand. I grabbed a small knife from the drawer and raised a loose floor board. I lifted it up and set it aside. I grabbed the vintage sword case and placed the fool board back in place. I didn't bother putting the knife back in the drawer so I just left it on my bed.
I walked to the kitchen where Scipio was with the case in my hand. I placed it on the table and sat down.
"Is that...?" He started.
"The Vortex Sword."
He opened the case and picked up the pieces I had assembled.
"Well, parts of it." I smiled.
"Vera...Why would you want this sword?"
"To go back. Rewrite my life, to erase two years of the same mistake."
He smiled."Do you know the story of this sword?"
"It has a story? I thought it was simply a legendary time remote."
"Ah, but all legends come with stories, if not they wouldn't be legends now would they?"
I shrugged.
"Tell me the story." I smiled.
"Well in a far awar kingdom, a thousand years ago...
There was a king with a queen and a princess. He loved his wife and daughter so much. He loved them enough to ask for his and theirs immortality to the spirits. The council of spirits, heartless as they are, agreed but to a certain price. The spirit prince was of age to marry but not a mortal, the spirit kind agreed but when the princess was turned immortal she was to marry the prince. But the princess was already in love with a mysterious boy whom she met in the village. Little that she that the boy was the price himself diguised as a mortal. The Vortex King agreed. After a few days the Vortex family was immortal. The wedding day was coming and the princess had a plan. Now that she was immortal she had the immortal powers. She made a sword, since her love introduced himself as a soilder. She decided that someday the sword would fall into his hands. The sword would travel through time, to find his spirit and when used by a mortal the sword can take you back or take you forward. Her love would know when to go, to the past and stop her father from asking for immortality.
But of course, she soon found out that her love and the prince were the same immortal. She was happy, she started to grow a love for the mortals and decided to leave the sword to anyone who wishes to use it. The only way to make the sword work would be for true love, and love only. If it would be for greed of for a selfish act it would only disappear to appear in another part of t he world.
And the legend of the Vortex sword id born."
I blinked.
I haven't been told any kind of fairytales since my mother passed away. Funny, the same man that told me that fairytales are nothing but lies, just told me one. I know, he told me a legend not a fairytale but for me they are the same.
"So, are we gping to find the blade?" He smiled.
"I thought you didn't believe in fairytales?"
"I don't believe in the whole, prince Charming and fairy godmother nonsense. But this is different."
"How so?"
"I'm not sure."
"Still, you actually believe in the sword?"
"Would you believe in an aging carausel?"
"Oh, Mosca told me about that. Yes, I do believe in it."
"Right."
"I'm also grateful towards Prosp."
"Why is that?"
Scipio's POV:
"Why is that?" I asked her.
She reached and placed her soft hand on m cheek. I put my hand over it and looked in her eyes.
"For talking you out of riding in it."
I smiled,"Me too."
"So, are you in? I hear it involves thievery."
I gave up being the Thief Lord about a year ago. But for Vera, I'm going to break the case that held my mask and put it on again.
"Sounds like a job for the Thief Lord." She smiled.
"Indeed. Vera? Do you still have your mask?"
She nodded,"This might sound...weird, but I keep it in a crystal case."
I smiled,"Me too."
