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Date Posted: 21:14:11 04/30/02 Tue
In reply to:
Ariel
's message, "Over." on 22:17:47 04/27/02 Sat
Huh?
The look of bewilderment was smeared across his face.
Sword?
What sword?
Slowly he slid one hand under his traveling cloak, to revel a buckled shoulder strap. Carefully he un-did the buckle, and began to pull on the strap. Falling off his left shoulder, the sheath landed in his right hand. There it was, a sword, a rather BIG sword. A tanned leather sheath traveled down to one end, with a 9 inch maple hardwood hilt. Amazement... Awe-Struck... Wonderlust... Hundreds of thounsands of unknown feelings began to flood his mind. Delicately he rest his hand upon the hilt, to him it left homely, natural. Quietly it withdrew from the sheath, in a single fluid motion. One of the few actions he has performed lately that looked most natural. The pommel was glittered brightly in the sunlight, a smooth polished diamond the size of a bird's egg was fastened with the same chromatic metal like his wings.. The crossguard mimiced spread angel wings, matching the polished, mirror-like finish of his pommel. Quite distracted by this new weapon, he slowly raised to his feet. Holding the Shamshir out infront of his body, he eyed up the blade with almost solemn-like reverence. The blade alone was 52 inches long, but in his hands it wasn't akward. Wide and flat, keeping in tune with the same mirror-like finish. Razor sharp and light weight, the seemingly perfect combination. Slowly he tightened his grip upon the hilt, in doing so the blade sputtered and sparked to life. It began to glow blue and flow with the power of a lightning bolt itself.
Shocked (no pun intended) he released his grasp, allowing the sword to fall tip first into the soft soil. All power that was radiating from it died instantly. And there it sat, lifeless once again.
Oh My Goodness.....What in the WORLD jsut happened..... he thought to himself. With that thought processed, he began to have a flashback.
Before him was hideiously deformed beast, with an blood red aura simply pouring out of him. Swift and shurefooted it attacked, swinging its massive claws wildly. He carefully dodged, parried and weaved between the attacks. Then with a bright flash, and a ear-peircing scream, the brilliant shamshir had cloven the monsters shoulder open. Black blood was sperting to and fro. Now taking notice to the area arround him, the plains were set ablaze. Thick dark smoke billowed steadily into the air. Still screaming in intense pain, the monster held his shoulder cursing athim in an unknown tongue. With another swift slash, a head was sent flying into the fires, as the lifeless body fell dead upon the bloody battlefield.
He had no idea as to what he just saw, except of one thing, that was a peice of his past. A memory, not a pleasent one, but one was eternally better then none.
Just remembering that someone else was in his presense, he looked up at her. Without saying a word, you could read the look on his face, Befuddled. He had no idea how, why or what just happened. His eyes slowly swirled from deep blue, to a dark rich green, that of which would remind anybody of early springs young flora. Looking into Ariel's eyes, he looked for answers, answers he hoped she would be contain.
Now with great caution he pulled the Shamshir from the ground and carefully resheathed it.
Speechless, he stood there. He didn't know what to say, or not to say. Beffudlment had become his demeanor.
What....?
How.....?
Why.....?
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