know.”
Nicolas closed his eyes and placed his hands over hers. “Let’s try to find him then.”
Chapter 11
The first thing that Caleb became aware of was the sound of dripping water.
His eyes snapped open as his memory came flooding back to him. The last thing that he could remember was a sharp pain at the back of his head before he faded from consciousness.
“What in the abyss is going on?” he asked quietly as his hand went to the back of his head. He could not feel any blood, dried or fresh.
With the knowledge that he was not bleeding, he looked around him. Alarm filled him once again. He was in a cage that appeared to be a perfect square. From the looks of it, it was about twice as tall as he was.
That was not the only thing that had him alarmed though. The room that he was in was not so much a room as a large chamber. He immediately noted that no natural light seemed to be present in the room. Instead, it was solely by oil lamps.
His eyes darted around the chamber, looking for a possible escape route. Unfortunately, it seemed that the chamber was of simplistic design with stone walls and a single set of doors. Outside of the cage and the oil lamps that were situated along the walls, there was nothing inside of the chamber.
A sharp creaking noise suddenly brought his eyes back to the set of large wooden doors as they opened. As the doors opened, a young man with short golden blond hair that was clad in a black hooded cloak entered. It was only when he was about twenty feet away from the cage that Caleb saw his eyes. His left eye was bright green while his right eye was bright blue. It was the strangest thing that he had ever seen.
“So, I take it that you are from Kirakath?” the young man asked as he raised a sheathed sword in his left hand that Caleb had not noticed until then.
Caleb’s voice grew dry as he recognized that the sword in the young man’s hand was his sword.
Why do people keep taking my sword?
Needless to say, he was pretty angry at the continued occurrence.
“By the look in your eyes, I’ll take that as a yes,” the man said as he lowered the sword to his side. “I believe proper introductions are in order. I am Lance White, and I am the one who you were looking for.”
“You know where the Sword of Kirakath is?” Caleb asked immediately as he stood up.
“Yes, I do,” Lance said with a small smile. “I can’t tell you where it is though. It is not something you can be given on the simple bases of ancestry.”
There has to be obstacles, Caleb thought in annoyance. He was getting sick and tired of all the obstacles that were constantly being erected in his path.
“I guess I’ll have to earn it then,” he said with a deep breath. “But first, I want to know what’s going on. I don’t know how you found me… or where I even am.”
Lance chuckled at that. “I’d be glad to answer your questions. After all, we have time,” he said as he looked at the sword in his hand. “To your first question, the sword that you were carrying is actually a sword of magic, though I doubt you realized that. Its magic is just a simple spell to preserve the blade as it was when it was created. Thus, it cannot be broken or made dull without the spell being undone. I know what you’re thinking. That doesn’t explain how I found you though, right?”
Caleb nodded vigorously at that, storing the important bits of information in the back of his mind. The prospect of the sword having magic within it had never occurred to him. There was no reason for such a possibly to come to mind either. It was not as if most people had dealings with magic, after all.
“A magical artifact was passed through my family that is attuned with the spell on the sword. I was able to locate you the instant that you entered Caldreth, though it took a bit of work to find you when you were alone.”
“That was only one of
Nicolas closed his eyes and placed his hands over hers. “Let’s try to find him then.”
Chapter 11
The first thing that Caleb became aware of was the sound of dripping water.
His eyes snapped open as his memory came flooding back to him. The last thing that he could remember was a sharp pain at the back of his head before he faded from consciousness.
“What in the abyss is going on?” he asked quietly as his hand went to the back of his head. He could not feel any blood, dried or fresh.
With the knowledge that he was not bleeding, he looked around him. Alarm filled him once again. He was in a cage that appeared to be a perfect square. From the looks of it, it was about twice as tall as he was.
That was not the only thing that had him alarmed though. The room that he was in was not so much a room as a large chamber. He immediately noted that no natural light seemed to be present in the room. Instead, it was solely by oil lamps.
His eyes darted around the chamber, looking for a possible escape route. Unfortunately, it seemed that the chamber was of simplistic design with stone walls and a single set of doors. Outside of the cage and the oil lamps that were situated along the walls, there was nothing inside of the chamber.
A sharp creaking noise suddenly brought his eyes back to the set of large wooden doors as they opened. As the doors opened, a young man with short golden blond hair that was clad in a black hooded cloak entered. It was only when he was about twenty feet away from the cage that Caleb saw his eyes. His left eye was bright green while his right eye was bright blue. It was the strangest thing that he had ever seen.
“So, I take it that you are from Kirakath?” the young man asked as he raised a sheathed sword in his left hand that Caleb had not noticed until then.
Caleb’s voice grew dry as he recognized that the sword in the young man’s hand was his sword.
Why do people keep taking my sword?
Needless to say, he was pretty angry at the continued occurrence.
“By the look in your eyes, I’ll take that as a yes,” the man said as he lowered the sword to his side. “I believe proper introductions are in order. I am Lance White, and I am the one who you were looking for.”
“You know where the Sword of Kirakath is?” Caleb asked immediately as he stood up.
“Yes, I do,” Lance said with a small smile. “I can’t tell you where it is though. It is not something you can be given on the simple bases of ancestry.”
There has to be obstacles, Caleb thought in annoyance. He was getting sick and tired of all the obstacles that were constantly being erected in his path.
“I guess I’ll have to earn it then,” he said with a deep breath. “But first, I want to know what’s going on. I don’t know how you found me… or where I even am.”
Lance chuckled at that. “I’d be glad to answer your questions. After all, we have time,” he said as he looked at the sword in his hand. “To your first question, the sword that you were carrying is actually a sword of magic, though I doubt you realized that. Its magic is just a simple spell to preserve the blade as it was when it was created. Thus, it cannot be broken or made dull without the spell being undone. I know what you’re thinking. That doesn’t explain how I found you though, right?”
Caleb nodded vigorously at that, storing the important bits of information in the back of his mind. The prospect of the sword having magic within it had never occurred to him. There was no reason for such a possibly to come to mind either. It was not as if most people had dealings with magic, after all.
“A magical artifact was passed through my family that is attuned with the spell on the sword. I was able to locate you the instant that you entered Caldreth, though it took a bit of work to find you when you were alone.”
“That was only one of
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