The Ember and The Endless

by Skylily Romances

What if the man that denied Death was a woman instead? Ember got more than what she bargend for when she made a joke. When she never grows old and she embraces her new gift. She might just catch the eyes of the Lord of Dreams himself. They have a strange connection, unlike any other. Was she sent on his path to destroy him? Can Desire tear them apart or will their love win?

2. Chapter 2: The Sword and the Stone

Ember strode down a long path, her breath could be seen from the cold morning air. The sun was coming over the horizon and the fog hung low to the ground. She was dressed warmly and for travel. Wearing a long black hooded cloak and a bag on her back with her pot and pan hitting against each other every now and again as she walked. A sword hilted at her side, with two more on her back. She traveled alone, and her demeanor kept wandering stragglers from approaching.

She was humbled by the company of a keeper to this forest. A large deer hopped along on the path in front of her, and stopped a moment to stare at her.

She froze and was quick to respond…

Her pouch on her hip carried what was left of her lunch. The remaining cob of corn she was saving for later. She was reaching closer to a village on her map, it wasn't too far now. She could spare the rest of it to such a beautiful beast. So, she took the time to slowly reach for it and held it out for the skittish creature. It was frightened at first, ready to run, until her sweet voice calmed it.

"Shhh… It's okay - here - It's not much but it's all I got left… Do you want it?"

She kneels down and bows her head. Keeping her gaze to the ground, so the creature doesn't get intimidated by her stare. She hears the footsteps slowly approach, so she doesn't move a muscle. A pair of hooves come into view and her hand moves from the nibbles on the cob. A smile traces her face as the creature finishes the small snack. Ember slowly moves her gaze up as she stares at the majestic buck. He was twice her size. His horns were glorious and his stare was calming. It only sniffs the air in curiosity as he slowly moves closer to search for more.

"Sorry, that's all I got buddy…"

She was greeted by animals much easier than people. They could sense her kind nature and approach her with ease. Unafraid of her weapons and dark looking presence.

She was able to stand on her feet once more, it didn't seem scared of her movements anymore.

She slowly moved her hand, and delicately brushed its neck. The buck flinches at first but calms soon after. It begins to enjoy her touch…

Until a snap of a twig in the forest sends it on high alert. It's eyes staring in that direction with a panic. Suddenly it was gone as quick as it came. Her smile never left her, enjoying the small encounter she had this fine morning.

She looked in the direction of that sound behind her. Only to be greeted by a group of two grown men as they look at her with a wary gaze. Her smile fades as she waits for them to speak.

Taking in their appearance: There was an older man and a young gentleman, father-son hunting trip, no doubt… They didn't look similar at all, almost complete opposites in fact. However they stood close to each other, as if there was familiarity between them… The older man was a big grump, he was tall and carried a belly. With wide shoulders and big arms, his demeanor was aggressive. The smaller man was the same height, just skinny, and he held his shoulders low in confidence. His demeanor was soft, but didn't seem very enthusiastic to be here… Until he saw her…

His eyes gleamed as he looked at her with curiosity. While the older man snickers in distaste at her appearance.

The scene is already perfectly clear since they aren't too far from civilization. The deer ran from a similar direction, only to be stopped by her for a snack.

One of her new friends' pursuers didn't look too happy about it.

The older man held a bow with an arrow placed on its string. He was ready to kill that deer, but she got in the way. Finally, the hunter's frustration spoke out with a sour look on his face.

"You're not supposed to feed the deer, you're supposed to kill it! Did you not see how much meat it had?! Its rack was huge too and you let it get away!"

Her stare turned into a glare as her fury began to swell inside her. She spoke with bitterness as her hand rested on her sword strapped to her hip.

"He's the protector and guardian over this forest. It's a bad omen to kill him. You will find less meat next season if he dies. Mark my words…"

His voice only snapped back with just as much vigor, if not more. Seemingly insulted by her presence, just by hearing her voice. The man behind him remained quiet and shy. The young man must be used to this behavior. He looked away embarrassed as the hunter spoke once more.

"You're just a woman! What could you know?! Can you even use those swords you carry?! "

His choice of words only angered her further, and a disturbing chuckle escapes her. Her small fit of sudden histerical laughter causes the older man to leer at her with an uncomfortable look.

The younger one staring wide eyed with slight fear.

Her voice sounded maniacal as she spoke.

Her wicked smile never broke. She had enough of this man…

"Do you really want to say that?! Disrespecting me will be the last thing you want to do on this beautiful morning. You will receive more mercy from a bear than from me with that tone… I refuse to let you ruin this day with your impertinent stench!...

You know what- Let me show you how to carry my swords-"

She just had the best thought on how to perfectly settle this. Anything to calm her burning rage from this terrible encounter.

Ember takes off her bag and throws it to the side without a care. Then she grabs the biggest blade off her back with one hand. It slides from its hilt, the metal scraping it as its long dark body extends out. The blade humming with low vibrations as it gets fully released from its hilt. Slowly she swung the large sword over her head and pointed steady at them with a dark gleam in her eye.

The young boy was staring at it with an expression of panic. While the hunter only admired its craft. Completely unthreatened by her, he was three times her size.

The most powerful great weapon she ever made. A greatsword crafted by the purest metals she got her hands on. Its natural color of the metal turned the blade black. A jewel sat on the silver handle, at the center rested a fire diamond she found at the heart of a volcano…

The swords name-

Shadowheart

It was only to be wielded against the strongest of foes….

Yet…

She threw it on the ground at the hunter's feet. With a clang, its song cries out as it hits the ground with a thud. They stare back and forth from the blade to her in confusion. With a stern voice, she demands;

"Pick it up!… Show me how you carry that sword. If you can beat me with it, you can keep it. If not… your bow is mine."

His bow was made from one of the strongest of woods and had intricate designs. It looked small in the hunter's hand, but it was actually magnificent in size and quality. It was a well crafted bow, the white oak standing out in the light. She loved it the moment she laid eyes on it. She mourned over the memory of her previous bow being snapped in half…

Only to be rejuvenated by the sight of that beautiful piece in his hands.

Ember could risk her sword, she knew she was going to get it back anyway…

The hunter's eyes stared daggers into hers, then changed his gaze to the diamond in the blade. Its red glow gleaming back at him from the peaking sun shining through the trees and reflecting off it. Then a smile full of greed begins to trace on his lips. Accepting the challenge immediately. He shoved his bow into the young man's hands, despite his protests.

She could still hear his polite whispers.

"Father, you don't have to do this… It's just a deer…"

The response was just as nasty as the hunter's tone. His mouth practically watering as he stares at the diamond hungrily.

"Fuck the deer, I want that jewel! That is a fine sword, too. How much gold do you think it will fetch for, boy? Enough to where we won't have to hunt or live like we do ever again!... And it's all mine now…"

He was already celebrating when he didn't even pick up the sword yet. Finally, when he attempted to grab it. His smile faded, as hers grew wider. He struggled to pick up the sword with one hand. This big man that towers over her in size, couldn't get it to budge.

After he just watched her carry it… held it and pointed it at them without a problem…

She even threw it five feet away from her…

All while one-handed… with ease….

It hurt his manly pride as he growled with irritation. Having to use both hands to pick it up. He groaned as he struggled to lift it off the ground.

The sword she drew next was the one on her hip. Its small hum vibrates in the air as it leaves its hilt. The blade was a blazing red, short and curved. The best short sword she ever crafted, and her favorite weapon to use.

Blaze.

Ember held it like she knew how to use it and held her posture with confidence. The younger man backs away slowly, not wanting to get involved at all…

But, the size of its blade only made the older man laugh.

The hunter's anger turns to mockery.

"You really think you can beat me?! With THAT!? HA-HAH! I'll have you know- I was a master with swords in my day! This sword might be heavier than it looks but I have wielded swords twice this size. Heavy is my style! The bigger, the better, I say!"

Her face was covered by her hood, all he could see was a smile flash on her face. Wide and sinister as her voice was riddled with pure hatred and mockery of her own.

"It's always arrogant and greedy men like you… that get what they deserve someday... Eventually, it all catches up with them.

But once they realize their mistakes- it's too late. The damage has been done… Innocents suffer as long as you have a belly full of food and pockets full of gold. When you're missing out on way more important things. You don't realize how much time you're wasting away. All while being such a horrible father figure too- shameful really…"

The hunter's eye twitched with rage, while the young man gaped at her in utter shock. It wasn't long till shouts filled the air and the first move was about to be made.

"How dare you- Is that what you do, talk instead of act!? If you draw your blade - you better intend to use it! Watch and you'll learn real quick, little girl! I'll put you in your place, and I'll cut out that tongue when I'm done with you! With NO mercy!"

Ember's smile never left her face.

He charged at her with the blade held barely off the ground. He used all his strength to swing it. Only to miss. She disappeared from his view in a flash. Only her voice could be heard as she spoke confidently.

"OH! I intend to use my blade."

A slash cuts one of his hands making him cry out angrily and drop the greatsword. His one-handed grip failed to hold up its weight. The tip of it's blade is back on the ground.

He looked at his hand to see the gaping wound across the back of it. The cut was deep enough to slice through the palm. His hand pulsing and burning as his eyes glare around to search for her, fully enraged.

She comes back into view as she laughs out in her harshest tone. Her blade dripped with his blood. While his was covered in only dirt.

"Aww… Having trouble with yours? Do you need any help? Need me to carry it for you?"

Her ill tone sent him into a violent rage. As he used his blinding strength to swing the blade back and forth with one hand, aiming it at her. The younger gentleman closed his eyes in fear of her untimely demise…

Only for her to easily dodge each blow, as the tip of the blade scrapes across the ground with each swing. Singing its song when the metal hits the rubble. Her movements are swift and graceful. As she jumped and ducked, dodging his attacks. His fury wasn't fast enough to touch her.

He didn't even see her move to slice his other hand with her short blade. He dropped the greatsword completely to the ground with a loud cry once again. Its song echoing in the morning air as the birds sing their songs with it. The hunter stared at his shaking hands as they bled profusely. Her voice was strong and true.

"The bigger they are-"

Her feet move swiftly as she knocks his feet hard out from under him. The hunter hits the ground with a loud thud and an 'oof.' He didn't even realize what happened until he had to catch the air trying to escape him. Lying on his back in the dirt with the wind knocked out of him. Unable to use his bleeding hands to get to his feet as he groaned in agony to use them.

He was defeated…

Her voice spoke proudly in her triumph.

"The harder they fall…. As they say."

Her words echoed in his head at the loss…

The young man opened his eyes and gaped at the scene before him, baffled by its conclusion.

Ember stands over the hunter, staring down at him and blocking the sun from his eyes. He couldn't see her face but he wanted to cut the smile off it.

His rage turned towards the sky as he shouted up at her shadowy figure.

"IMPOSSIBLE! I cannot lose to a WOMAN!!!!"

Her voice was now soft, full of disappointment and ridicule.

"You did… rather pathetically for a 'master with swords' by the way… Oh, wait - that's right - you said 'in your day'... I guess that ended officially today… by a woman, no less…"

The hunter lers at her unable to speak from his own shock.

The younger gentlemen stares at her with awe. As she grabs her sword one-handed without struggle, and wipes the dirt off the blade with her other hand and a cloth. A sad mumble escapes her…

"I should take better care of you… I'm sorry..."

The hunter's anger only grows as he stares at her with bewilderment. His shouts are riddled with disbelief and accusations.

"What kind of trick is this?! You CHEATED somehow!!! How can YOU carry that damn sword and I can't?! It's heavier than a boulder!!!"

She only stared at her blade in silence for a moment… Taking it with a swift swing, the blade extends out to her side. His eyes widened in horror at the speed of her movements. He didn't even see it when she placed it back in its hilt. Its final click sounds as it returns into its safe place, her hand rests on its handle for a moment….

Then her hand moves to remove her hood, revealing her long red hair descending down in a braid. Her green eyes staring blankly into his. The younger gentleman stares at her with admiration while the hunter remains enraged. Her words fill the morning air as she spoke her truth plainly.

"No trick… I just put in the hard work….. This sword is exactly what it was like the day it was created… So, I trained… Every day… to wield this sword. I didn't stop, even while my hands bled. Even then, I still carried it. I picked it up anyway, it didn't matter if my hands were completely in tatters."

She stares down at her rough scarred hands as she continues. Referring to the sword as a female companion. Like a good old friend…

"She taught me how to use all of my strength into not just my hands… That is the toll of her might, and the price that is to be paid… Your blood, pain, and loss; you must sacrifice it all. For those worthy to wield her power -

they can be unstoppable… Her might is only for those who are 'strong of heart.' Willing to embrace the darkest parts of themselves and wield IT- against their foes! To destroy true evil!-"

Ember's words echo out in the forest. Both men stare at her in astonishment. Both were stricken into silence, only her voice could be heard. They listened intently on her words, one among them the most impressed of all. A gentleman's gaze directed at her with admiration, seeing her in a new light.

Her eyes glare down at the hunter as her next words pierce his pride.

She directed it at him after all.

"Towards the scum of the earth that don't deserve to even spare her a glance, let alone touch her. You're lucky I let YOU live after sullying her grace… Shadowheart cries out for blood as dark as yours… She craves it… but I don't - I ignore her cries for revenge from those who suffered under your wrath... That's MY choice… Now… Do you choose to step down - or do I have to kick your ass again?… I will make sure you STAY down if you try it…"

The hunter growls in frustration, his rage beginning to soar once more. Until his son steps closer to the woman, standing next to her as he stares down at him as well. He aims it towards the young man instead.

The hunter's words spit out demands at his son from the ground. His bloody hand outstretched and waved around for assistance.

"Boy! Don't let this skank talk to me like that!! Teach this crazy woman how she's supposed to talk to a man!!! NOW!!!"

She normally couldn't care less what she was called. However, someone was all too eager to defend her… The younger gentleman only sighs sadly with a shake of his head. His shy voice is full of exhaustion and traces of growing frustration of his own.

"No, Father… Don't say such things… Let's just go home… We have to go get a new bow from the carpenter, so we can get dinner…"

The younger man bows his head in respect as he hands over the weapon and arrows to the woman. EmbShs eyes widen and her body is stricken with glee as the beautiful wood touches her hands. She takes it with a bright smile returning a respectful bow to the gentleman. Admiring the work and craftsmanship as she played with her new bow all to herself. Making the young man's face turn pink, watching her suddenly look like a giddy child with amusement. Infuriating the hunter beyond belief as the young man continues. Almost forming a smile, his words come out nervously but strong nevertheless…

"And perhaps… We should hunt a few rabbits instead… Mom loves those…"

Ember's eyes were taken away from her new bow, and looked back over at the young man. He never took his eyes off her. His gaze was sincere and his posture looked tall. He meant his words, taking her advice, against his own father's judgment. That made her happy to see…

He wasn't slouched over like he was before. His demeanor is more confident and true. He wasn't upset by his father's upbringing. In fact, He was proud to be in her presence. Her strength was rubbing off on him.

Or maybe it was strength that was already there…

It just needed a push…

What came next was - what only could be described as - a temper tantrum from a full grown adult. As he swung his bloodied fists in the air and shouted angrily.

"Damn you, BOY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH GOLD I SPENT ON THAT BOW?!?! I raised you to be a fighter not a DAMN COWARD!!! Do you not hold any honor for your family name!?!?"

Ember could only watch as the drama unfolds itself. The gentleman steps closer to his father and towers over the hunter with a serious glare.

This time there wasn't a trace of kindness, or a shred of forgiveness towards his father. The young man looked fed up with his behavior… and it's a long time coming…

The gentleman only spoke plainly and harshly. His voice holding pain he must have been holding back for years, as tears filled his eyes…

"I do… I just don't honor YOU… You have done nothing for me to want to fight for you… When have you ever done anything for me and mom my entire life?!… You don't even call me by my name… I'm a grown man, not a boy!!! You let us STARVE, while you get a full belly EVERY NIGHT. YOU BEAT your wife, MY MOTHER!!!... You really are scum… You're a horrible father… and a DREADFUL husband…"

The older man looked like he got stabbed in the heart. His eyes held betrayal and disbelief as the hunter stared at his son. His voice firing back with the same sting. But twice as loud as his deep voice echoed far and wide throughout the forest.

"OH, YEAH! WELL, YOUR A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A SON!! I NEVER WANTED TO BE STUCK WITH A TWAT LIKE YOU, ANYWAY!!! WHATEVER YOUR DAMN NAME IS!!! YOU WERE NEVER A SON TO ME!!! JUST. A. BLOODY. BURDEN!!!"

Silence filled the forest, even the birds lost their song. The gentleman's expression was covered by his long dirty blonde hair as it fell over his face with his head held down. His shoulders shake as his breathing catches and wheezes. His voice swirling with torment as he mutters out… Soon his shouts echo loudly within the forest as well.

"Arther… my name… is Arther… not that you bothered to remember… Even though my mother said it… Every… DAY!… YOUR WIFE!!! That you treat like SHIT!! YOU TREAT US ALL LIKE SHIT!!! EVERYONE IN THE DAMN VILLAGE HATES YOUR GUTS!!! MOM HATES YOU!!! I HATE YOU, YOU DAMN PIG!!! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE MAN!! A DISGUSTING PERSON!! YOU WERE NEVER A FATHER TO ME- AND I HOPE I WILL NEVER BE LIKE YOU!!!!"

The named man's tears streamed heavily down his face after shouting out all the torture he held in his heart over the years.

Ember stares at Arthur proudly for showing his courage against the ruthless hunter that "raised" him. The man without any fatherly love to show for it. Turns out, the only coward here was the hunter. A piercing gaze came from Arthur as he glared with all his hatred. Iaused true fear to be held on the grown man's face. His voice stuttered as he spoke out in terror.

"E-Everyone?!-"

"YES!!! We can't WAIT until you DIE, YOU BASTARD!!!... but even still… I don't… Not until I see what all that has been done to us… Gets done to you… So, leave…"

The stare between them was deadly powerful as Arthur leered down at the hunter.

"Don't come back… Or I'll kill you myself…"

The shy voice was gone in an instant and was riddled with malice. Every word Arthur said, he didn't take lightly…

His aura was bright and heroic despite his tears and frail body. Ember admired his will, he might have a strong heart yet…

He had an inner strength and determination that even his own father could see… despite his outward appearance.

That and Ember's glare was just as deadly as Arthur's when the hunter spared a glance in her direction. Getting no mercy from her.

The hunter cowers as he tries to get to his knees. Only to stay on them as he placed his bleeding hands together… to beg…

To his son…

"You can't hate me that much! You will at least let me stay in the village, right-"

Only to be interrupted by a stern voice as it makes the hunter grovel in submission.

"I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR DAMN FACE EVER AGAIN, PIG!!!..."

The hunter begins his own display of tears. A disgusting sight and sound to witness, but it made her smile nonetheless. He got what he deserves, to see the truth before his untimely karma settles in. Arthur's voice was deadly cold towards the man in front of him.

It even gave her chills.

"I hope I'll be there when you're skin and bones… Go now, while you still live…"

The hunter attempts a tiny plea.

"But-"

"GO!!!"

That one word was enough to send him running in the opposite direction of the village down the dirt path. Watching him fumble and struggle to keep his pace as he whaled to himself uncontrollably. His cries get quieter the further he gets into the forest.

Arthur turns around to greet Ember, only to struggle keeping himself together. The confidence he had before slipped away in a flash. This woman before him made him crumble, Arthur's world changed all in an hour thanks to her…

"T-Thank you… Y-You… You have no idea how awful it's been… We've been waiting… for so long… for his tyranny to be over…

I just… never had the courage… Until you inspired me."

His eyes look into hers with a hopeful expression and a smile to finally trace his face. He had a nice smile now that she could see it.

"I couldn't be more grateful… I don't know how I could ever repay you. It must be fate for us to have met on this road…"

His stare turned dreamy and the smile on his face widened as he spoke.

He then suddenly turned serious and his eyes glittered with curiosity.

"How did you even best him?! I could hardly see you move!"

She chuckles lightheartedly as she reaches for Shadowheart once more. Drawing it this time to not hear a song at all, only silence as it leaves its hilt.

Ember stares at her reflection in the blade as she holds up in front of her. Her voice is clear and direct.

"This sword has been one of my greatest creations, wisest teacher, and oldest friend."

His eyes lit up as he spoke with interest.

"You made this?!... To possess such a skill… To beautifully craft a magnificent blade. That's incredible!!"

She was surprised by his response. Ember expected doubt or disbelief, yet he trusted her words entirely.

He was different from his father.

She continued with a smile of her own.

"I may have made her, but she made me… more than who I was before. She helped me see what the true weight of a sword is… It's not how you carry it… It's how you use it."

Her words kept him enthralled as she continued with wonder and sparks of fire in her voice. A wide smile on her face as she spoke.

"This sword is the most powerful greatsword in existence, that I know of. I've only met one blade that can match it in equal power… I trained everyday just so I could carry it and use it however I wish…I got stronger- I became unstoppable! I could have very easily used it to harm… or kill… anyone or anything in my path… Giving in to my darkest desires to end a human life… or many… And yet… This blade has never spilled a drop of innocent blood as long as it's been on this earth."

Arthur gapes at her in awe, his eyes stare in admiration and fascination. Taking in her appearance once more as he gets lost in her emerald eyes.

She looks back at him with a curious look. Then Ember rotates the lengthy blade, the handle facing up, extending her hand up to him. The pointy tip of the metal is inches from the ground. The gesture speaks itself, yet he is reluctant to take it as he backs away in panic.

"W-Wait… I-I couldn't… I've never held a sword… I'm so weak… If it's heavy- I'll drop it…"

She only stares as she gives him an earnest smile. Her next words made him shiver with excitement.

"She likes you- I've never heard her this quiet before. Only around me, and only me… My swords have a personality of their own. It sounds crazy and I can't explain it - But I feel strongly about it - and I think you were destined to hold a sword. So indulge me… or maybe, prove me wrong…"

He gapes in awe, his gaze switching from her to the sword. His doubt was readable on his face. His hands are shaky as they head for the handle. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea. Only for her to shove it into his hands-

At first he didn't move… the blade was firmly in his grip and didn't touch the ground yet…

Ember's eyes widened for a moment in shock.

Then, suddenly a clang was heard as the tip of the blade hit the ground. A song didn't echo, but his face held strain and regret. His grip on it waned and in an instant it became too heavy to lift…

She let him hold it till he couldn't, and didn't bat an eye when the blade fell to the ground once more. Arthur tries to retrieve his energy and his voice struggles to return… His words are riddled with bewilderment and his enthusiasm slowly returns along with it.

"W-What happened?... Did… Did you see- hah… Did you see that!?! I held it! Only for a moment, but… I held it!!!"

A smile traces her face, the bright warmth that usually comes when she finds interest in something. Arthur was new to this look she held on her face, as his face turned pink in surprise. This man has made her whole day, the whole week in fact.

Perhaps longer!

She might stick around in this village…

She had some work to do…

It's been a while since she's been inspired by someone… After all this time traveling alone.

Maybe she can be amongst an equal…

Her voice was deadly serious but her face glowed as she burst out with her newfound inspiration.

"YOU!!! I WILL TEACH YOU HOW TO WIELD A SWORD!!!"

Her sudden excitement startles him and flusters him. Turning a special color red as his eyes stare in disbelief. His words stuttered…

"M-M-Me?! A-A-Are you s-S-SERIOUSLY considering this?! I'm practically skin and bones…"

He gestures to himself with shame.

However, she didn't hesitate in her response.

"Then I better get you fed, too! I hope you don't mind the company…"

She places a hand on his shoulder giving him an earnest smile as she spoke directly with sincerity.

"You're a good man, Arthur - I have faith in you... My trust isn't easily given, so you better not squander the opportunity. I offer this to you, and only you… I have never given this offer before… This will be new for both of us, so don't be so frightened. You're not alone. In just an hour before dawn tomorrow, we will start your training…"

All Arther did was stare off into her gaze with wonder. Her words were kind and seemed too good to be true… Yet the gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He wondered if this is what happiness felt like…

With a smile he goes off into his own little world for a moment.

Ember's grip leaves his shoulder bringing him back to reality. She then suddenly turns her back to him walking off the path into the woods.

Completely leaving her sword behind.

He stuttered nervously trying to understand what just happened.

"W-W-Wait! Y-Y-You can't be serious! You forgot your sword! - W-Where are you going?!"

All she did was wave out to him dismissively as she shouted out behind her shoulder.

"I didn't forget it, I trust her in your hands. I'll go hunt for dinner, let your mom know about everything. Make sure to mention to her she has an uninvited guest as well. Tell her not to worry, too. I'll be there before the sun meets the treeline."

He shouted back as she kept her same pace, not slowing down to continue their chat.

"B-But- How will you find us?!-"

"I'll figure it out! Take good care of her for me, will ya!"

He shouted louder, needing more answers. However, she didn't stop, she was almost out of sight.

"HOW DO I GET IT- HER- TO MY HOUSE?!"

"FIGURE IT OUT! OH, AND I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU LEAVE HER OR IF SHE GETS STOLEN!"

Even if she sounded like she wasn't serious, he could tell she was very serious… However,

his final attempt was the most important question of all to him.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!"

He was answered with silence…

She said nothing more as she disappeared off into the woods, possibly forever for all he knew…

If not, he was a dead man if the sword stayed there a minute longer. He had until dusk to get it home. He attempted to pick up the sword once more. Only for the weight to be too heavy for even two hands.

He's lucky if he can even drag it. He pulls till he can't and the sword hits the ground with a thud once more.

It only moved a foot with all of his effort.

Meaning that this was about to be a very long day. He had to go a great distance through forest, past the village, and all the way back to the house.

How could it be possible?

He didn't know how…

but he had to… or else…

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The people of the village were doing everything they normally do. Bustling about and full of people going about their daily lives.

Today was an abnormal day at high noon.

People began to stop in the streets. Their daily lives are interrupted by violent sounds of grunting and screaming. The sound of loud dragging on the ground fills the area after each guttural scream from a single man.

They all stop and stare in wonder or confusion. Their faces look worried or scared as they see his familiar face. A face they see everyday. Except this time their encounter with him is troubling.

His face drenched in sweat and his breath was hazy.

Yet he didn't stop. He kept pulling the heavy object with all his might. The sword shone brightly from the sun rising high in the sky. The glittering red from the gem and the burning gleam from the shadow blade.

People gawked at the glorious view, as its jewel sparkled. The sight of the black metal making the young and old shiver in their bones. The young with wonder and excitement of something new. The old with panic and horror from superstitions or legends behind blades of that color. With fear of its upbringing or doom.

Finally, Arthur fell down to his hands and knees. The sword clatters to the ground and a loud song hums from it. Echoing out loudly throughout the crowd. Its hum makes the people around him shake with terror. His sweat dripped and his lungs rasp on the brink of collapsing as he gasps for air.

He was approached by a strong man, his voice sounded worried. But really his eyes were on the mesmerizing blade.

"OH, Arthur! You look so troubled! Here- let me carry that for you. Where are you go-"

Before the man could get his hands on the sword. A hand swats his greedy grip away…

Arthur's hand…

His voice comes low… for those hard of hearing they couldn't hear him. However, the bigger man heard every word and saw the grim look in Arthur's glare.

"Don't… touch… it…"

The bigger man stares down at him wide eyed. Arthur came out of that foreest, but not as the young cowardly boy they always knew. Now Arthur's gaze was cold and deadly, a newfound determination. Ready to fight, even alone…

Against anyone or anything…

To defend what he is solely guarding.

Guarding it with his life, even if he was too weak to stand.

Turning him into a man…

Arthur was to be seen as a man by others, from now on…

The bigger man speaks with a more calm and submissive tone. This time he was brimming with questions instead, bringing them to light. Making others flood in with their own questions.

"N-No problem, Arthur. No trouble at all! But, where is- your dad?-"

A young woman interrupts and asks with distaste. Arthur still struggles to catch his breath, his energy dimming to where he had to sit down.

"You came out alone, was he not with you this morning?... Good riddance, if he got lost…"

Another voice interrupted with a more greedy tone. Arthur reached for the blade trying to bring it closer.

"Where did you find that nice sword, lad? The craftsmanship is remarkable! Is that stone real?"

Arthur covered his body with it, protecting it from the gathering greedy eyes.

Another voice comes in, young and spirited…

"Is it magic!? It looks so scary- and powerful too! Can I hold it Arthur?!"

A small smile forms on Arthur's face, the purity of a child so simple and true. Only for an old man to yank him away with a protective gaze of his own at the strange blade.

And another voice, old and fearful…

"Don't touch that thing! Can't you see it's taken his soul already?! This man isn't acting like the Arthur we know… He's been possessed by a demon!!!"

Arthur begins to lower himself to the ground as drips of red begin to touch the earth. Mixing with the dirt…

and another voice… a grown man full of doubts and his own superstitions…

"Oh, please... If anything he found a cursed blade and murdered his father for it. All, to keep it for himself. He's covered in blood."

Their words were fuzzy, all of their voices jumbled into one. All with their own selfish interests in his business. Most defend him as he hugs the blade close to his body. Trying his best to ignore the cuts given by the sharp edges. The greed in the crowd gathered closer around him. Their shouting becomes insufferable as he gets lost in his own worries.

His hands bled from the rough pulls he had to strain most of the morning. As did his shoulders when he tried to prop the blade and carry it with his body… which didn't end well…

Now with the new cuts he suffered to keep…

Just for a promise that was never spoken allowed…

But he trusted it nonetheless…

The blood was his own, just from trying to carry her sword this far…

He still had a ways to go…

He doesn have enough time to chat, as he looks up to see the sun at his highest peak.

He had to get home!... He had to get to his mom before this mystery woman did!

He had to prepare his house and welcome her as a guest of honor…

And let his mother know she wasn't letting just any stranger in…

She was someone he could look up to.

She gave him hope.

She was a hero…

For doing all that she did, for having faith in him…

To train him to be something more than what he felt he was…

Pathetic…. He felt horrible to be himself for so long…

Because of his own father…

And yet, she welcomed him with open arms…

Despite just meeting her and lnwing nothing about him. Just one encounter she has made quite the reputation in his eyes…

A view these people will never understand, even if he tried to explain it…

He didn't want her to feel like she chose wrong…

But he was so tired… his hands and feet hurt very badly…

This crowd won't let him go without a word…

At this rate he would barely make it…

Until one voice shouts above them all, one that was delicate, yet loud. A voice he was familiar with since he was young. A voice he hasn't heard in a while.

"ENOUGH!"

The crowd disperse as they let the girl through. Her lovely flowing gold locks and her beautiful blue eyes everyone was familiar with.

The king of their town is her father.

The princess of the neighboring kingdom.

The old man is the first to bow and show his respects.

"Princess Guinevere! Your majesty, what are you doing out on this fine day?!"

She pays none of them any of her attention, her eyes were only on Arthur as he laid on the ground. Covered in his own blood.

"Wait… Wait a minute - hold on."

---

His voice was alluring, but very unappreciated at the moment by Ember.

Back to reality, Dream interrupted the story. She was very frustrated by the act, but let him continue nonetheless.

The doubt was present in his voice.

"Where did you go? How do you know what this… random… thought or did? Why focus on those names… Arthur?… Guinevere?... You don't mean, THE-"

She interrupted without a care.

Her words were harsh yet effective. Enough to make him silent. He only stared at her with disbelief from her boldness towards him.

"You either listen to my story as I tell it… or you listen to the legends and miss out on what really happened… your choice-"

She cut herself off to stare daggers at him. His glare was grim but somehow her gaze seemed more menacing… He slowly lost his will to fight and decided he was full of his own curiosity.

Her eyes said that every word has been the truth so far…

And… she wasn't that bad at storytelling either…

---

"Fine… Fine… Please, continue…"

Back from where they left off.

The princess rushed over to Arthur, her voice filled with worry. She crouches down to greet him. Completely ignoring the sword as she tries to get a response from the drained man before her. Silently whispering to him with worry and frustration.

"Oh, Arthur… What happened to you? How did you get into this mess?..On the day I came to visit the village and surprise you, too…"

Her voice carried out among the crowd once more. Her voice was disappointed and furious towards them.

"All of you! What is the matter with you!? Can't you see he's bleeding?! He needs help!-"

Suddenly a shaky hand lands on her shoulder giving a gentle squeeze. The shameful whispers begin around them. Guinevere ignored them all and was unfazed by the sight or presence of his blood on her clothes. His touch did cause her to give her full undivided attention.

His words came out gruff but his voice held kindness in them.

"Thank you, Guin. I-I'll be okay."

Guinevere looked at him with shock, observed his condition, and muttered with uncertainty.

"A-Arthur, you're obviously not? Your father still won't feed you I see! Where is he, anyway? Is he why you're like this?! What is going on-"

He doesn't give her the time to finish as he spoke plainly. His eyes staring into hers with a hopeful expression.

"-I'm very late already, Guin … It's urgent - Can you do me a favor? I need to get home. Can you tell them all to leave?… please…"

Guinevere took a moment with her own turmoil, yet she seemed to put her faith in him. Their bond was close enough for there to be trust between them.

He could trust Guinevere with his life.

Same as she trusted him.

Their history since childhood, from their secret meetings. All the way up until his father found out… and bullied him for it…

Their social gap caused protests from the people about the relationship. However, it's what has kept him alive all these years.

They've kept their distance for a while. Guinevere came to visit the village as an excuse to see him from time to time.

To make sure he was safe and getting food.…

However, this time… he was acting strange.

There was a different look in his eyes…

And it had something to do with that sword he tried so desperately to pick up…

Attempting to get to his feet. It took it all in her not to insist or help him, and listen to his request. She whispers to him with uncertainty.

"I-I…hah… As you wish, Arthur… You better be alright after this- I'll kill you, if you die…"

He chuckles to himself, finding it rather funny instead of threatening. Causing her to stare at him confused.

"Heh- that's what I'm trying to avoid… Really - I just don't want to keep my company waiting… I don't want her to be wrong about me…"

As many questions as she had, she only spoke once and true. Her demands to the people were heard loud and clear.

"Alright, everyone! That is enough for today- the show is over. Continue on with your lives, and leave this man be… Or else you will be arrested for treason…"

As much as the people groaned and growled, they listened to her demands. Trying to ignore Arthur and his mysterious sword. As they all walk on and live their ordinary lives… Doing everything they can to ignore Arthur as he continued.

Arthur was fully to his feet again, and he didn't look great. But, he continued anyway as he strains to carry the sword once more. His body fought him with every move, but he ignored it regardless as he dragged the blade. Guinevere watched with horror at the sight, trying her best to understand without throwing questions at him.

Or stopping him…

However, whatever it was, he said it was urgent. So, she had to trust that this was for the best… Even if it didn't look like it… Trying to keep a brave face as she waved sadly to him… Hoping to see him later…

Arthur continues to drag himself farther away with a loud sound escaping him each time. His determination was strong even if his body wasn't. He had the path cleared now, he was going to take it while he had the opportunity.

---

The sun wasn't far above the treeline now…

The long day persisted as he continued to drag with all his might. His energy kept trying to quit on him, but his will wouldn't allow it.

Finally, he came up the familiar hill. Just as he reached the top screaming with all his might to get the sword there. Arthur's hands and feet were raw, his back and limbs were in immense pain. His body couldn't take much more as he collapsed to the ground. The sword landed next to him, suddenly he heard footsteps rush towards him. Another familiar voice shouts to him, sweet yet worried.

"Arthur!? Oh my Gods! Are you alright?! What happened to you!?"

None of that mattered, there was one thing more important to do. More important for him to know, as he asked between rasped breaths.

"Is… Is our guest here?... We… have to prepare for-"

Footsteps come from the same direction his mother did. Her hood was off and her weapons were gone. Her eyes were on him as she stopped not far behind his mother. His mother already held a smile the moment she came up.

Even with her happy appearance, he couldn't be more ashamed…

Arthur's fear settles in…

He arrived too late…

He could never be what she wanted him to be…

He failed…

But when Ember spoke her voice was soft and sincere with a smile on her face.

"Well look at you…You actually did it… I didn't think you would make it back at all, let alone on time… You definitely exceeded my expectations."

His eyes stare at her in shock. Confusion settles in. Finally, his words came in the search for answers.

"You're… You're not angry? I didn't make it to the house… before you did… I didn't tell my mother of your arrival-"

She interrupted with a dismissive tone as it slowly turned to admiration.

"Seriously? I don't care about that! You did the impossible task I gave you. You could have given up and left the sword - or let someone take it… but you didn't… You got it here and you got the battle scars to prove it!"

A hand rests on his arm, her smile glows from the last of the sun. Her gaze looked proudly down into his eyes. Her words spoke with full confidence.

"You did more than I thought you were capable of. I'm glad you're alive to tell your tale. You are worthy of my respect, Arthur Pendragon."

Tears fill his eyes as he lets them free. Along with his own words that came with his shock and overwhelming joy.

"How did you-"

She already knew his question so she was quick with an answer.

"Your mother had time for me to get a few words in and she just freshly introduced herself until we heard your shouts. I barely had time to put my stuff down."

Chuckles escaped her, the last of his remaining energy had enough to make his cheeks turn pink. His happy tears begin to fade from his eyes, but his smile never leaves.

Ember's smile was wide as she left them to themselves. She went to pick up her sword, giving it a look over. His curiosity got the best of him as his mother helped him to his feet. Along with his groans as his body moved despite its protests to stay on the ground… He asked his mother with pure interest.

"Ugh… You seem rather friendly, mother…. Nnnn… Considering you just met… I take it you like her?"

His mother responded with delight, the joy apparent on her face.

"After how much food she brought for us! How could I not!? Besides, she offered to cook and to train you under my permission…"

Arthur looked to his mother, his face held concern and worry. His next words held remorse.

"A-And… Can I? I understand that it's dangerous... Also… You do know about… him… don't you?"

His mother took a moment of silence to herself, but it was followed by a smile as she replied. Her own happy tears streamed down her face, shocking him entirely.

"I had a feeling… Today was going to be a day of change. I just knew it would be good. And it was - the moment I saw her - I felt it. Today is finally the day you are free to choose for yourself… As long as you're happy…That's all I want."

Despite the pain, he endured it, just to give his mother a swift hug. One that was long and tender, his shoulders shaking as his words escaped him. Full of hope and joy.

"I want this… I want to be more… I want to be someone people can be proud of. I never want someone to look at me like they looked at my father. I will make sure nobody will ever feel what it was like to be with that man, again."

He pulls away and stares into his mother's eyes as he speaks earnestly.

"When they look at me, I want them to see hope… I want to help people… and be strong… like her-"

His mother only gave him a proud nod as she smiled widely to her son. Hugging him once more, trying not to hurt him further with her tender squeeze.

His eyes locked on the mysterious woman, as his body leant onto his mother's hold. Taking a moment to look back at him while she cleaned the blade. His next words spoke with honor and respect to both of them.

"I won't let you down. I solemnly swear… to you mother… and to you- If I ever learn your name."

The woman looked at him with a bright smile, yet her words were peculiarly off.

"You can call me Lady or Madam until further notice."

"Aww… Truly? You don't wish to tell me your name?"

"Not until you've mastered a sword. That is my first rule."

With a sigh, he didn't question it, all he did was reply with a warm smile.

"I guess, I'll take what I can get. Might as well go over the others."

With a laugh she waves dismissively as she sheathed her sword after a thorough cleaning. Her words came with a smile but they were almost stern when they came out.

"All in due time! You need to get your wounds taken care of. Eat and rest, to be ready for tomorrow. You're lucky you're even standing right now. Come on - let's get you all fixed up.

Madam comes over to his other side, assisting him to walk to the house.

They get him in, place him on the bed in the corner. His mother tends to his wounds, and the Lady gets to cooking.

Arthur looked around to watch his mother cleaning or doting after him. She brought an orange - weird smelling - concoction to place on his wounds.

He asked his mother in disgust after taking a whiff of it.

"Ugh… EW… What is that? Why is it that color!?"

"The nice lady brought it, she said it was good for healing open wounds. I've heard of funny smelling remedies like this, they are used by great healers."

While she pulled two dead rabbits out of her bag and a couple of specific wild vegetables. Madam tells them how she got it along with its exact contents.

"It was given to me by a great healer, I haven't used it until now actually. He was a Monk that lived on a high mountain and he showed me how to make it too. Its color is from pretty orange flowers that grow regularly around here, the grounded bark of an elm tree, and the gooey insides of a pointy plant… I can't remember what he called it… But I could point it out if I saw it!... Anyway, it should help stop the bleeding and close the wounds."

With a small trace of a smile, he happily listened to her talk until she finished. Enjoying her joy and the way she explained in order to calm his worries. He didn't protest further, and he chose to trust she knew best. As his mother continued to place it on his wounds, then placed bandages over them.

Also provided by the mystery woman.

With the fire going outside the house in the fire pit and a pot that dangled above it. She poured water into the pot from the nearby stream, walking away to let it boil. She was back in the house at the only table they owned, preparing the food for the cooking stage.

Arthur looked over at the weapons that he saw earlier, they were propped near the cabinet. The blade he carried all the way here was the biggest of the three. The small red in its hilt, a blade he was familiar with. But, the one in the middle remained a mystery. The hilt and handle was white, he couldn't see the metal. It wasn't big or small, it was right in between. The perfect size for a sword.

Soon his attention turns to the mysterious woman instead, watching her prepare the food.

She gutted the two rabbits and cut up the wild vegetables. She reached in her bag, bringing out of her bag a small white rock. She broke some of it off, and grounded it down to sprinkle it on the food.

Arthur asks out of curiosity as his mother wrapped his hands up. She replied after each question with the same enthusiasm.

"What is that?"

"White gold- it adds flavor. I found it near the ocean. I saw the natives that lived near there use it, heard what they called it, and now I can't live without it."

"Where did you find the veggies?"

"The deer, I bumped into him again and he showed them to me. I guess he was thankful."

"The rabbits… you caught them? What about the rest? The bag still looks huge."

He looked over to the sack and there were still plenty of items inside of it…

She replied with a smile nonetheless as she went to throw the veggies into the boiling pot over the fire. With the meat cooking in a separate pan. Her voice got louder the farther she got so she could be heard by them

"Yes, but their sacrifice will not be wasted. Their energy in life will restore yours. I also managed to snag a lot of wild vegetables and fruit today. My parents used to grow their own food and somehow managed to teach me! When I didn't listen like I should have… I thought about adding a garden to your yard! It's almost that time of year! Spring is coming soon! That way you guys won't go hungry in the summer, you can hunt for less meat! Even for the winter!"

Her words brought him bliss, he never thought anyone would be this kind to complete strangers. Another question flows from him, one he's been dying to know. Raising his voice so she could hear.

"How did you find my house before I got here?!"

"Easily, I followed the path from where we last met! You left a trail for me to follow when you dragged Shadowheart here! I made it past the village and saw smoke rising through the trees! I took a shortcut, instead of taking your path! Then I bumped into your mother before I could knock on the door!"

The name confused him at first, but then realized she was talking about her sword. Once he was calm, his voice spoke plainly and without a doubt. But, it was low and only reached to himself and his mother.

"I should have guessed, you have been clever since we met…"

His mothers voice followed soon after, a statement with her side of the story.

"I was outside waiting for you to return… I stopped worrying about your father a long time ago… You were gone all day. I was rather worried, I did think you'd come back… I'm glad you did. Even if you were covered in cuts and bruises. I'm very glad you're alive, my son."

With a full smile he gave his mother, it made her lip quiver as tears filled her eyes.

"It's been so long since I've seen you smile… Since it's been peaceful in this house… It feels like a dream."

He wiped the tears from her cheek with his thumb. His next words spoke with vigor and meaning.

"Father won't hurt us ever again… If he dares to come back, I'll be waiting for him-"

The Lady corrected his statement, and continued with words of wisdom.

"We will be ready for him! Remember, not all battles can be won alone! True strength is in numbers! It is always wise to be surrounded by those you can trust!"

Madam patiently stirs the pot and the meat in the pan, moving it around to evenly cook all the food. His mother interjects with a question of her own.

"Then where are all your friends, dear!? It's quite dangerous to travel alone!"

Arthur was quick with a quip for his mother and a laugh.

"I highly doubt they could keep up with her, mom…"

The lady throws the cooked meat with a few herbs and spices from her satchel in the pot, giving it a quick stir, and covering it with a lid.

She takes a moment away from the food to walk in. She laughs to herself, but smiles sadly with her response. A smile they couldn't see, but Arthur could hear it in her voice as she stepped closer.

"He's right - I live a dangerous life! Many that follow me… don't last long…"

With her presence now in the open doorway.

Her eyes lingered on Arthur as she spoke with a serious tone.

"I failed them… But, I promise, I won't fail you."

Arthur gave her a smile with a nod of reassurance. He believed in her and her words, even if she didn't believe.

Her slight fears and doubts haunt her. All that has met her, meets a bitter end. She kept on living, never aging a day, and she felt unstoppable. But, she always forgot that other people weren't like her… They were fragile… They could die way easier than her…

It's been hard to witness and to consider doing It again.

But- this time…

She will make sure he will be stronger than even her. This man deserves a chance at that, he has proved it to her over and over again.

This time… this felt special… important…

Too important to walk away from.

Once the food was done she prepared them in the chipped bowls they owned. Handing the food to them with a smile. His mouth watering from the smell alone.

" Eat as much as you like, there are plenty for seconds. Enjoy!"

He takes a moment to look up at her, his eyes filled with tears but his words were laced with confusion.

"S-Seconds?"

Her face held its own confusion. Only to realize that he never knew what that meant. Giving her sadness and anger deep within her. But her words were sweet as they spoke.

"It means a second helping, another full bowl. If you want it…"

He takes the bowl from her with a shocked expression. The spoon and food in his hands, the overwhelming aroma from the food making him want to dive in…

His first bite of the meat made his mouth explode from the flavor and juices it had. Tears fell from his cheeks, his mouth full of food as he cried out his thanks.

"I-It's delicious! T-Thank you! Thank you sho much!"

Arthur cried as he scarfed down the food, each bite filled him with wonder and delight.

It's been so long since he had something so tasty… since he had this much food… and the decision to have more if he wanted it…

It was a wonderful sensation. One he never thought he would get to know what it felt like… He was happy he got to experience it today… He hoped it would last forever…

For a while… it seemed like it would.

---

From the next day forward she woke him an hour before dawn. His wounds were better than yesterday but still fresh...

He still trained every day, and did every task she gave him. Whether they were bizarre and he didn't understand their purpose, he did them anyway. Long enough to where his wounds healed and he gained his weight. But never once did she hand him a sword.

She provided him with food everyday, three course meals for him and his mother. While working on the garden in her spare time, teaching his mother everything she knew. And making sure Arthur was keeping to his tasks.

"Did you find what I asked? Did what I said?"

"Yes, I finally found a fox. I managed to follow it without it smelling or spotting me."

"And… What did you see? Did you learn anything?"

"It caught a rabbit and brought it back to its mate and their babies… It could have hunted more, but it took what it needed. It fed his family, before he ate a bite. He looked so hungry, but he refused… and watched them eat… with his tail wagging… His pups and mate ate first… They looked… so happy together… like how a family should look… Like how a father should be…"

He realized then and there, her lessons weren't meaningless. They had a different value vrs holding a weapon.

They teach him humility.

That even in the wild there is no greed…

Which humans show profusely…

Even among predators… They love their young and care for each other.

She is teaching him. Giving him knowledge by telling him to observe first before running head first into anything…

To see… before he acts.

Even in acts he didn't see the purpose of…

He eventually saw its value… Even in the little things that he considered small at first.

Like picking up a baby bird that fell from a nest, to put it back, and get nothing in return.

Or so he thought…

After a few months of all these tasks and still never touching a sword. He began to see birds every now and again leaving items in front of his door... Madam called them gifts.

He then realized that even birds can understand kindness and gratitude. That even the acts that were so easy to him. It ment life or death to that baby bird. It had the chance to grow up thanks to him. Its parents brought that very bird with them just to meet him. They continued to bring gifts, to spend their life thanking him every day after.

He could see now that even small acts weren't a thankless job. Small acts to him, can be bigger to someone else.

He began to keep a box for his "gifts." Even if they were just sticks or rocks, they were special to him.

Between those tasks and ruthless exercises. Life was wonderful with her around.

The lady was right about the garden, as she kept tending to it everyday. It grew most of the food that lasted all summer, even through the fall. Keeping them well fed every day; by gathering from the garden, fishing, or hunting in the forest .

Madoms reason for never sleeping in the house always bothered him, though.

After all this time… she stayed, and she always slept outside in her tent.

The house was small, it could barely fit the two beds and the new fireplace and chimney they built. His mother offered to sleep beside her, since there was more space on her large bed.

But the Lady never did. She never stayed too long in their house. He realized her reasoning was… that this place wasn't her home. She was a guest still, at least that's what she thought of herself. She never intended to live there, only to make sure he was fed and he listened to her teachings.

And he did just that, every word or demand, he listened. Arthur learned more in this year than his father ever taught him his entire seventeen years of life…

His father taught him nothing of value… other than how to not become a man like him.

She did so much for him and his mother, it was like she was a part of the family...

Guinevere visited every now and again. She and the madam became close friends as well. They had the longest talks together. Longer talks than he had with her. She tried not to get too close to Arthur. Their relationship was good friends at best for her… But for him…

She was his mentor…

She was his teacher…

His hero…

His everything…

And deep down…

He couldn't help but love her…

But she would never let it be so…

So he kept it to himself…

The air began to get colder, the first snow has yet to fall...

Then finally the day came when he would hold a sword in his hand. It came out of nowhere. It wasn't a specific day or came with any warning. She told him to follow her into the woods in the dead of night with the shadow blade and another sword on her back. All without any other context. She hadn't touched her swords in ages, it stayed where they were the entire year. So, today was already a peculiar one.

Finally, once they were deep in the forest walking along the path following the river. The lady turned suddenly, she moved so fast, and came with a sudden shove into his hands. Instinctively he grabbed it, as the handle was fully released into his hands. The object wasn't heavy at all and he could hold it high in the air.

It was Shadowheart…

He looked at himself in his reflection.

His amber eyes staring back at him, his dirty blonde hair flowing over his shoulders. His tall stance towered over the Madam as he stared down at her in shock….

He looked himself over and didn't see anything special or different. Other than having meat on his bones that were muscle instead of fat. He wasn't nearly as big as he thought he had to be to hold this blade once again. Yet, here he was holding it high. His smile grew wide and his voice was full of surprise.

"But… But how?… You had to train every day to hold it… How can I?"

The Madam held a smile, she didn't seem surprised at all. She only looked happy as she spoke.

"Because… I'm a hot head… I ran head first into everything... Shadowheart had to slow me down in order for me to understand. She wouldn't let up until I learned the lesson she tried to teach me… That meant a lot of sacrifice on my part. But it came so easily to you… You were able to hold it the moment we met because you had the answer all along… However, you doubted yourself and your strength. You stopped yourself from believing what you knew all along…"

Arthur looked himself over and thought of every lesson she ever taught him. Unfortunately, nothing spoke out to him.

"I… I don't think I understand. Other than my appearance, physical strength, and everything you taught me. I don't know what it is that made me different this time. I haven't touched this sword since we met… How could I possibly have had the answer all along? When nothing comes to mind…"

Her laugh makes him sweat nervously, finding it difficult to focus as she spoke once more. He smiles earnestly and her words were true. She begins to walk and talk, gesturing to him to follow. He held Shadowheart easily as he walked beside her, giving her his undivided attention.

"Silly…I'll give you a hint… it's not the sword that's powerful… Alone it is meaningless, it can't swing on its own… You hold all the power within you, it beats in your chest. Your brain contains every choice you want to make. The future is in balance, a good and a bad choice can be made. Only you can be that difference, but only if you believe you are capable of it."

Then it hit him… He stopped on the path as she walked ahead to a lake. Everything finally made sense to him…

All the things she asked… Each one brought him a smile on his face. Everytime he laughed, he couldn't believe that he was. He couldn't remember when he laughed last. He had the fondest memories to look back on…

All of them had her in them…

As much as he wanted to be that answer. He knew it did involve something similar to the heart…

It was who she was all along to him and now he believed he could be just like her…

So he gave it a go, feeling that his answer was true… Making her stop in place the moment he said his answer.

"To wield this sword, I must have…

the Heart of a Hero… One that values the life of others before his own. That knows the value of life and death. To know if a person deserves to live or die. That power is in my hands. The choice is mine and mine alone… Only the heart of a hero can wield this sword. One that abandons all selfish desires and hateful thoughts. Who gains power to help others rather than harm them…"

The lady turns to greet him once more.

Her smile was wide and her laugh was light and happy. The sight of her made his knees shake. Arthur was fully enthralled by her next words.

"Man… I never thought I'd ever see this day. I thought I'd never meet someone who could hold her. Trust me… You got it easy - it took me a long time to be where you are right now…"

Then his curiosity got the best of him, he wanted to talk to her. More than just being given tasks. Like how she talks to Guinevere or his mother. She tells them so many stories but tells him very little about herself. He wanted to know more. Looking at the blade once more as he held it up.

"How long has this sword been on earth? Why make swords? How did you manage to make something like this?"

"Woah- that's a lot of questions there… Pretty personal too…"

"Oh, come one! You said once I master this sword I could at least know your name."

"AH-ah, I said once you master A sword. Meaning if you can beat me in battle. Are you up for it?"

She brought her other sword with her. Not the red one, this time she brought the white one. He never saw her take that sword out of its hilt until now. As she reached for its handle on her back. Its gold metal gleams in the moonlight as it extends out of its hilt. She prepared her stance, holding it steady as she stood ready for battle.

He was reluctant to hold the blade in his hand against her. Her demeanor was serious and threatening. He hesitates as his eyes look into hers with a pained and worried expression.

"I don't wish to fight you."

Her eyes remained focused and her tone was stern.

"I'm a tough girl, I can handle myself. I need to see if you can. So, fight!"

The lady swings her sword, tapping his blade away from his body. His expression never changes as the sword hits the ground.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Her next words sounded angry as she pointed the golden blade in his face.

"If you truly believe you can hurt me, then you must think I'm just as incapable as any other woman!"

In his panic he waves his arms out to her trying to correct her statement before things get violent.

"NO! No- I don't believe that in the slightest! You're stronger than any woman or man I know."

She then moved to kick the handle of Shadowheart closer to Arthur. Her blade pointed out as she circled him. Her eyes locked on him with a deadly stare and her words were cold.

"Then pick up the damn sword and defend yourself! Cause I'm about to start swinging… and you'll wish you had… I didn't waste a year here for you to pussy out on me! How did you plan on getting better with a sword? Fighting trees?! The air?!"

Arthur hesitates to pick up the sword; he holds it up trying to prepare his stance. She smacks the blade from his hands once more.

"Again! Pick it up! Hold it like it's an extension of you. If this were a real fight you would be dead! Act like you don't want to lose!"

His words were sincere as attempts to pick up the sword once more.

"That's just it… I don't want to win… if I do, you'll get hurt-"

She swats the blade from his hands this time drawing blood with her swift cut. He looked at his bloodied hand and back at her with awe.

Her words were strong and angered.

"YOUR OPPONENTS WON'T BE LIKE ME!!! They will fight to win! They will choose their life, above yours! They want to see you lifeless in the dirt. If anyone points their sword at you, they either bring death or mercy. It's very rare for anyone to receive mercy, and more often they meet their end. There's nothing you can do to help anyone if you're dead!... I don't want that… and I don't want to die… So I won't… You can't kill me or hurt me… The day you spill my blood will be the day you best me. I've only spilt blood from the wounds I inflicted on myself. No one has been capable of spilling a drop... So, show me if you can!"

Even though her words spoke true, she didn't give him time at all to pick up the sword again. Just as she said she began swinging and she didn't hold back. He didn't even realize how swiftly he could move until he dodged her attacks. With each swing he was far enough away from the blade to where it couldn't hurt him. But if he wasn't fast enough, he would get every cut from her blade. He remembered a time when she moved so fast he couldn't see her, now he could see her every move before she could make it.

Her teachings paid off…

She swung again and with a duck and a roll he landed near the sword on the ground. Arthur got to his feet, grabbed Shadowheart in his hands once more, and held it up for defense as she swung her golden blade. The metals clashed together, the song that echoes come from his blade. Its song was sweet vrs the menacing song the shadow blade hums…

Her eyes widened at the sound of its beautiful hums… Their stance held tightly as their blades held pressure against each other. The metal scraping and their strength was equal. Her words were hushed and her expression held shock.

"I've never heard her sing before… You keep on surprising me, Arthur. I hope that's a good thing!-"

Their swords pull apart and clash; over and over. She pulled all the swings while he stayed on the defense, only using his sword to deflect her blows. Each strike made her eyes sparkle with excitement.

"You are holding your own pretty well! But you can't stay on defense forever - You know your goal! Do it or I'll make you!"

Her hits came harder, her swings were faster and each hit sent waves throughout his body. Slowly pushing him back. The sword in her hand sings louder with each clash of their metal. The sword in his hands vibrates violently in his hands after each clang. His instinct slowly kicks in, his defense turning to offensive. Her blade begins to take on blows as well. Their metal clanging louder and louder together. Not a single blade touched either of their flesh. Their power was equal in stature. Despite their differences in height, weight, and gender. They were both holding their own against the other. Arthur's heart pounds with excitement and thrill. A smile formed on his face. He couldn't believe that he was never wielded a sword until today and yet… he held his own against her.

Her teachings and strange exercises.

They were all for this.

Balance, speed, strength, observation, will, determination, and the value of life and death. All of it was for this moment. He never knew he didn't have to touch a sword to be able to use it like this… and now he did…

Only to realize she was holding back, within a second she switched to another class of strength. The gleam in her eye became merciless and her smile was vicious. His joy suddenly became fear. As their swords locked together, he struggled against her sudden burst of strength. Her voice suddenly caught him off guard as it came soft and sweet.

"You're definitely not the cowering boy I met a year ago... You've grown into a man in such a short time. You listened… Show you care… I taught you to see… But - in order to show you, I have to see, right?… I've had more time on this earth than you… I know more than you… I know what you think of me…"

Her gaze becomes more intense, and his eyes widen in surprise. Her voice sounded playful yet cold…

"It's obvious how you feel about me… How you look at me…"

His strength falters against her. His heart pounding in his chest. His feet slid on the ground as she pushed his back against a tree…

Her presence becomes overwhelming and voice sounds more sinister.

"It makes me SICK!!!"

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the attack wasn't physical. He felt the despair settle in and slowly turn to anger the more she speaks.

"You still can't see it? How are you so smart- and so stupid?! I made it obvious I wasn't interested! Yet you kept coming back for more like a damn greedy bastard! You look at me like you're dying to have me all to yourself. It's disgusting!"

His anger on the rise, the blades began to vibrate from their power against each other. Her next words came with a sting but this time they shocked him to his core.

"How can you be so blind!? DON'T YOU SEE HOW GUINEVERE LOOKS AT YOU LIKE THAT?!"

He gaped at her, Arthur was left speechless. As she continues with anger of her own.

"She's been with you since you were children. She adored you even when you had nothing to your name. You have a kind nature and you don't treat her like the princess she is. You treat her like a person, and that makes her fall for you more. It didn't matter what you looked like or what you could give her. Her feelings for you won't change… and yet… You throw her away for someone who doesn't even want you!? YOU'RE A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN!"

Her words were painful but instead of cowering under her hateful words. Arthur's shout overwhelmed her and his blade moved faster than his brain could think. The metal from his hand sliced her cheek. Her eyes stared at him in shock as her sword barely hovered above his neck. By the time he realized what happened. The anger left his eyes as he gaped at her with worry the moment blood dripped from her chin. The sword in his hand hisses as black smoke exits from where her blood touched the blade. The metal in the handle begins to burn. It made him drop it in response with a cry from its sting. Another sword hits the ground, the gold gleaming in the moonlight. Her expression didn't change as she wiped the blood from her cheek. Looking at the blood in her hand… staring at her scars… Tears fell from her eyes…

Her words sound somber as they leave her lips. The smile that was always on her face… was now small and sad…

"You did it… I have nothing left to teach you…

I'm sorry I said such hurtful things… I really am proud of you… It seems you taught me something as well…"

Her words were somber and yet they held hope in them.

"It doesn't matter how long you've been alive. You can fight hard, or not at all. And still become just as powerful… Which I thought was impossible… It really isn't the strength in your hands… It's the strength in your heart…."

She looks back up at him with a wide smile. Her tears mix with her blood as they fall from her face.

"Happy birthday, Arthur! I'm sorry my gift to you couldn't be what you wanted… But I hope you come to understand… That I wasn't meant to stay here forever… It's been a wonderful year! I had a great time with you all!"

Her words brought tears of his own. He didn't even remember that today was his birthday, his mother must have told her… He was now eighteen…

She did all this to test him… and she didn't expect him to win. By the look on her face…

With the most honesty and openness she was giving him…

Arthur knew this was goodbye…

"You are a Master of the Sword… As for my advice on what's next… Don't let anything stop you… A King doesn't have to be born… They can be made as one, chosen by the people. By showing their courage and leadership. You can begin with nothing, and someday you can have it all. But, that is entirely up to you… and as for my name… I guess you've earned it.."

Her smile was tender, the lady's look still made him weak to the knees. Everything about her always found a way to light a flame in his heart. Her very presence was an inspiration to look up to. Yet she threatened to be gone in a flash, all because she had nothing left to teach him.

He didn't want her to go…

A part of her looked like she felt the same…

Her voice was soft but sorrowful…

"M-My name…. is- ugh!"

With a swift whooshing sound and a thud, her body jolts forward for a moment. A grunt and a gasp leave her. She held a baffled look on her face, her eyes were overflowing with tears. He was confused by her sudden change in demeanor, until a cough escaped her and blood came with it. His concern turned into panic. As more swift sounds came too fast for him to do anything. With each thud, her body moved forward and gurgling came with her. As she reached out to him, only one word left her after the fifth thud made her fall forward.

"Ughhh!... R-Run…"

He was quick to catch her as she fell into his arms. What he saw made him lurch back at the sight, his hands shook above her. The view of five arrows pierced deep in her back made his heart throb. His vision grew hazy as his body shook violently from rage and despair. He couldn't stop his tears or the sudden shouts that escaped him.

"Ahh- AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! N-NO! NO-NO-NO!...No, you can't do this. YOU CAN'T DIE! I HAVEN'T REPAID YOU FOR ALL YOU DID FOR ME!! PLEASE!!! YOU CAN'T GO!!!... My… My Lady… I… I love…-"

A weak voice came from the darkness. A voice he hadn't heard in over a year. A voice he never wanted to hear again, yet here he was to ruin everything with his very presence. His words filled him with unbridled rage.

"Damn… It took five of them to take her down… What a waste of arrows- I was hoping it would only take two…"

His frail body emerged from the darkness. His smile was sick and twisted, a smile he knew all too well. His father looked completely different than when Arthur last saw him. This time instead of a plump wide man, the hunter hardly had meat on his bones. His father's eyes held anguish and his voice was filled with jealousy. As he teased his son with a malice tone.

"My… look at the man you've become… I hardly recognized you, son… You look fed… Happy… Well, you did… Now you look ungrateful, when I just did this world a favor… I saved you from that bitch- after she stole you from me!"

Arthur's next words were cold and vicious. His stare was cold and deadly.

"Don't call her that… You will NEVER call her that!… How dare you take her from this world?! She was everything you will never be!... You didn't earn her smile, or deserve her laugh. You didn't see the love she gave to everyone. You never even knew what love was! All you did… All you do is take…

Take!... TAKE!!!... You… took her…

from me… I told I'd kill you if I saw your face again… Now… I will show you a pain worse than death…"

His father shook with a new kind of fear. He knew that Arthur couldn't be reasoned with. Arthur wasn't at all the boy the hunter knew a year ago. He was now a man and so his father spoke to him like one.

"I won't waste the last of my energy running… I've run all my life… either I die… or you will… I don't see how there can be a world with both of us in it anymore"

Arthur held her close as his father got closer, her body was limp and cold. He still tried to protect her from him instinctively, even after...

He tried to focus on the hunter to see his next move.

Instead of cowering, this time, the hunter walks up to the swords on the ground… Picking up the blade he couldn't hardly carry last time they met. Even with his body as frail as it was he attempted to pick it up with all his remaining energy. His father already looked like he was on his last days of life… He could be using it to repent for his sins… Instead, he used it to murder the one woman in the world that could have been anything she wanted…

Arthur looked down at the woman on the ground, her head face down, her long red hair wild and free. It dropped across her back, not in the usual braid she held them in. His world felt dark and cold… reminiscing on her life…

The Lady always got what she wanted…

But not from lifting a fist…

She wasn't afraid to live…

She wasn't afraid to die…

She just wanted to make others laugh…

To take away their suffering…

To save lives no matter what shape or size they came in…

Why did she have to die for that?!

His tears fell on her still body as she laid on the ground without a word or a breath. He delicately moved her to the ground. His gaze held low as he got up from his knees.

By the time he stood to his feet, he didn't see how his father was already prepared to strike.

The blade came right for him, and he had no time to react. He closed his eyes trying to prepare for any impact. With a stab the blade… it goes right through…

But he didn't feel pain. The sound of blood hitting the ground and small gargles fill the air that weren't his. Arthur opens his eyes wide to be met by green ones. Her expression was painful but she still tried to hold a smile for him. Her words come harsh and in between choking on her own blood.

"I couldn't… heh gugh… agree more… err…"

Arthurs expression was horrified as he had to watch this scene before him once again. Hardly believing it… The color drained from the hunter's face as his anger reignited back to his old target… His frail hands trembled as she remained standing.

"You! Why won't you just die already?!"

Her next words held fire in them… but they weren't for the hunter…

"Kill him… eh… for me… will ya? It's… about time… ugh.. this fucker dies…"

Shadowheart hisses as black smoke escapes around Madam's body filling the air. The shadowy presence became overwhelming around them. The metal of the blade got so hot that it melted the hunter's hands. He tried to let go of the sword, but his hands were cooked onto the handle. He screamed in agony as he tried to pull his burning hands away from the blade. The lady only stared at Arthur, not a word leaves her. Her expression held anger, her body trembling as she stood there.

Finally Arthur kicked his father, the grip ripped off the handle, making the hunter scream. Arthur had enough of this man… Before he could think, his hands acted. They grab the burning handle, pulling it out of the madam and using it to silence the hunter forever. Arthur raised the blade above his head with a battle cry as the man backed up against a tree. His father used his final attempt to plead for his life before his untimely demise.

"A-Arthur! Please I- Gahhh! Ughhhh!

Not even sparing him a second after hearing his own name for the first time from this man's lips.

Arthur drove the sword right through his father's mouth…

Shadowheart was shoved through his skull and inbedded in the tree behind him. The man stared up at him as life slowly left his eyes, and he choked on the metal along with his blood. His hands shook as they still reached out. Tears streaming down the hunter's face as he gargles one last time. Then his body went limp as his arms fell to his sides and the frail skin and bones sat still before him.

His father's eyes remain open and lifeless.

The man that never earned the title of "father" was finally dead…

Arthur didn't even bat an eye, he didn't feel remorse.

In fact…

He felt relief… which only made him cry more.

Shadowheart stopped hissing and the black smoke that left it faded away. The metal looked eroded from where her blood touched it. But it began to heal itself once his father's blood touched the blade. The metal looked new and the diamond glowed in a pattern like a pulse, as if the stone had a heartbeat… Arthur let go of the handle, horrified by the sudden surge of life force within it.

He had no idea what became of the lady…

He didn't want to turn to look…

But when he did he was shocked…

She was nowhere to be found and the golden blade was gone. All that remains is a large pile of blood along with a trail leading towards the water. He then heard splashes coming from the lake…

Following the path of blood.

Arthur swiftly turns to witness her body wobble back and forth with each strained step. Slowly submerging herself within the cold lake… Her blood leaking and changing the color of the water around her. He couldn't believe the sight before him…

The fact she still stands was baffling…

Then finally she stops, half of her body was within the murky water. She then turns to face him with her head hung low. Before he could say a word he witnessed as she raised the sword above her head… The Lady's final words echo around her with power… Fighting her urges to cough up blood, with determination to make sure every word is spoken flawlessly…The sword beams in the moonlight, brighter with each sentence she speaks.

"Whoever shall wield this sword… Shall earn the right to be king of this land… As the only sword that can match the shadow blade… It can only be wielded by the true king… Only he can hold the sword… Excalibur."

With a loud cry out to the heavens she drew the sword back and threw it with all her strength. Sending the sword high in the air, and with a flash…

It disappeared from his sight into the darkness…

With her last breath as it escaped her, she fell back into the water with a splash. Her body floating in the lake, its blue waters slowly surrounded her with red…

Arthur fell to his knees as he cried out. His despair overwhelmed him…

Until a new word came to him…

A word that sounded like it came from the lady herself…

A word he knew very fondly…

A word that reminded him of a pair of blue eyes that always stared at him with wonder…

A name he spoke out loud, and with it… came all the happy memories of their years together…

"Guinevere…"

With a somber smile.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky and lit

tter the ground.

As his final act for tonight… was to honor the fallen… The one that deserved it…

He went to retrieve the Lady of the lake…

As he prepared to give her a proper burial…

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Off in another place at the same time…

Somewhere close to town, a man walked along a stray path. Taking a moment to stop and take a piss by a rock. Until a flash and a sudden boom in front of him sent him to fall back. He regains his senses to look at the cause of the sudden attack. Only to witness only a sword as it wobbled back and forth, its gold metal and white handle gleaming in the moonlight. The other half submerged in the stone in front of him… He gapes at the mesmerizing blade as its heavenly glow draws him closer. Making him whisper without a thought…

"What a beautiful sword…"

His urge grows to pull the handle of the blade.

Only to try and fail… Try with all his might and fail again…

Finally once he realized it wouldn't budge, he decided it was time to return to the village…

To tell the story of this mysterious sword…

It was time to ask around and see if anyone could lend a helping hand…

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That's all for this chapter! I know it was long, but I loved writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it. You can find out more next time.

Also hope you enjoyed my reference to one of my favorite games of all time. BG3: I'm sure most of you know it. I also have a fanfic for that as well. Feel free to check it out. Called: "A World Without You"

Until next time my lovelies!