Cress slowly walked to the forest of spirits in the early hours of the morning, leaving Mint and Chester behind at the Inn in Euclid. It was a beautiful day, quite like the one in his dream; the sun was shimmering beautifully, the wind was blowing gently, and the cherry blossoms where fluttering away with the wind giving them the appearance of a light pink snow fall. But Cress was too anxious to notice - wondering about what lurks within the forest of spirits.
He entered the forest; the atmosphere became heavy and dark, the trees acted as a canopy over the forest, preventing any sun light from leaking through. The forest no longer held it's pleasant, happy, vibe; it was replaced by an ominous, threatening feeling. He braced himself for what was to come. Perhaps it was a bad idea to come here alone? This could turn into a battle, thus Mint's healing abilities would become useful and Chester's arrows would keep the enemy away...but maybe he was just being paranoid....The angel seemed harmless enough.
...Angel?...
He didn't even know if that kid was an angel...
He slowly made his way to where Yggdrasil stands; expecting to see a kid, about his age, garbed in red and with pair bright blue wings attached to his back. But the grove was empty. He was completely and totally alone.
'It was just a dream...' He sighed.
Though dream it may be, he still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it, but there was no use pondering about it in a forest full of monsters. He decided that it would be best to travel back to Euclid. There's no point in waiting here...
The trip back was much more pleasant! Though doubt still lingered in the back of his mind, he felt better...lighter...relieved that he finally got that out of his system. He felt as though he could finally breathe. The air felt fresher, the sun shone brighter; it's so odd what a silly little dream could to the nerves.
He reached the village. Hopefully Mint and Chester were still asleep; if not, then he would have some explaining to do...And that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He made his way to the Inn and quietly entered; luckily they were all still asleep. He set his swords down on a chair next to his bed, took off his shoes and armor, and layed down. He leaned over to his side so that he was facing the two swords.
'the flameberge and vorpal, huh?'
Staring at the two swords he couldn't help but wonder what they have gone through; being the two ancient swords that ended battle on Thor and all.
The flameberge was a beautiful scarlet red sword with a very unique hilt, and it's blade was shaped like a flame. It seemed to give off a red aura that swirled and twisted like fire, and was warm to touch.
The Vorpal, however, was a deep shade of blue; it's blade was thin, but widened and became jagged at the tip. It was cold to touch, but not enough to effect the preformance of battle. Both very powerful and useful swords.
But when combined by Orgin, the two blades formed the eternal sword...And that, was the true prize. An even more beautiful, silver sword with a stripe of glowing pink down the middle and a golden hilt. It was even more powerful and had the ability to change time and space. Just wielding that power gave Cress the chills. Oh, what he could do with that type of power; the things he could change, the things he could actually prevent from happening...but all that came with consequences. Some good, most bad, and he wasn't willing to find out. Maybe every thing is where it should be and doesn't need changing. And he left it at that.
He slowly drifted into a deep sleep...unaware of the things to come.