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Date Posted: 19:32:56 11/23/99 Tue
Author: Sir D
Subject: Trip down the memory lane

Trip down the memory lane

Leaving a short note of thank you,
to the good people that helped me the night before,
whomever they were,
I owed them my life,
and I was sure to return later,
to express my gratitude in person,
but at this moment there were many more important things to attend to.

I purchased a horse in the town stables down the road,
a black steed, resiliant looking,
one that should serve me well.
I still hoped to see my own horse again,
but what happened to it,
and her ladyship Dolomite,
was but one of the things I had yet to find out.

Ridding out of the town quickly,
I felt my body still weak,
but poisoning was now beaten,
and it was just a matter of time,
before I was back at my physical peak.
My first destination led me all through the Dead Tree forest,
images from the dream I had last night still haunted me,
I needed to think, and seek answers...

Passing through the forest,
A beast roar echoed,
such strength of voice that only a dragon could make.
And not just any dragon...
Unless I was mistaken,
Tri-arcanoth has come into the land,
and sooner or later I was to face him,
the dream already told me that much...

*
Deep down in the womb of the Dead Tree forest,
Sir Dragzfuth made his way onto a clearing,
mostly shaded by tree tops,
but a few sunrays that cut through it,
ruins of what once was a home lay,
now grown with lush forest vegetation.
The knight climbed off his horse,
placing his sword on the ground in front of him,
and kneeling...
*

"I need help my father,"
I spoke in my thoughts,
"Why was that dream brought to me?
What purpose of reviving the terrible memories...
I need guidance,
I need thy wisdom to help me,
I pray thou were here with me..."
Watching the pearls on my sword glitter in sun,
I found myself drifting into a state of mind,
not too much unlike the one I experienced in last night's dream.
Memories came first...

***
It was a warm summer day in the dead tree forest, honorable Sir Jaeld of Dragzfuth stepped out of his house,
calling out to his son. He was to be leaving soon, joining the forces that battled against the hordes of TanKan.
The war with the hordes has pestered the land for what seemed like ages long now, and it was only thanks to the
bravery of soldiers like Jaeld that the country remained safe on most part.
Young Magan answered his fathers calls few minutes later. Jumping down from the tree top he climbed, he ran back to the house.
"What is it father?", the boy asked excited.
Jaeld looked at his son with a proud smile, "As you know I have to leave home for awhile tommorow morn, but before going
I wanted to talk to you about something. Come, let's go for a short walk."
"Can I come too?", a girl's voice echoed from within the house door.
Jaeld turned back at the little figure standing in the doorway.
"Please father?", little one begged, casting a puppy eyed look from underneath the wavy curles of her golden hair.
"Another time Alexandra, I promise.", he answered.
"Today I'll ask thee to help your mom with the dinner party for tonite ok? And come to think of it, Magan and I can stop
by the town and bring you back some of your favourite sweets, how about that?"
Girl pouted, but clearly the mention of sweets didn't leave her completely dissapointed.
"I want five chocolate candy bars," she said in a tone that only allowed yes for an answer, then rushed back into the house.

Jaeld walked with his son, enjoying the almost magical sights of the forest. His thoughts drifted away to the
oncoming battles and he shuddered at the thought of seeing this land being overrun by the hordes.
"So what are we to talk about father?", young Magan interrupted his thoughts.
He looked into boy's eyes, and opened his cloak, revealing a sword belt he carried. Taking off
the belt, he pulled the sword out of its sheathe. Weapon glittered brilliantly in the sun like none
Magan had ever laid eyes on before. His eyes were opened wide in amazement, as this was also the first time he'd see
his father's weapon up close.
"This sword", Jaeld said, "was presented to me by thine grandfather when I was about your age. It is said it
was crafted by gods themselves, made out of a metal that cannot be found in this world. My father called it
meteor steel."
Holding the weapon up high, the finely crafted hilt decorated with white and black pearls was exposed to the sun rays as well.
Looking more like a beautifull work of art then a tool of war.
"Meteor father? What is that?", boy was curious.
"I am not sure my son", father shrugged, "but from what I understand it was something like a piece of rock that fell
on earth from the skies far above. The metal in this sword is virtually indestructable, and cannot be scratched
by other weapons, nor fire or magic."
As if to confirm the words, sword shone ever more brightly in the afternoon sun, showing no traces of any
scratches whatsoever on its surface.
"In any case, I've spoke to your swordmaster, and he said you are making excellent progress. I think you are ready
to accept the weapon yourself now, and should you choose the career of the knight you show such enthusiasm for,
this sword will serve you well. Now, kneel, my son. Magan of Dragzfuth."
Lad obediently went down on his knee, and Jaeld put the sword first on his left shoulder, then on his right.
"Arise SIR Magan of Dragzfuth, and accept this weapon in thine care."
Pride and excitement radiated from Magan's face as his hands accepted the heavy weapon from his father.
"Just remember this my son, I have no doubt that in few years you shall be accepted to the knight order by
our king himself, but never forget to follow what I have taught you, for chivalry codes are not worth much
if you only abide them to obtain the order of knighthood."
Magan's face was serious and determined as he replied,
"I shall carry this weapon in battle and make it famous in thine name my father. And never fear, I will abide
thins teachings before anything, for knighthood bears no meaning for me, if I would not be worthy of the title
in thine eyes."
Jaeld smiled approvingly as he drifted in thoughts again.
"But father, tell me one thing, thou speakest of this weapon being forged by the gods. Does it contain any
magical powers as well?"
"I cannot answer that for certain my son. But the magic of the sword is tightly connected to whatever 'magic' the
owner himself should have. It is one thing thou will have to find out by thyself."
"I understand father", boy said, clearly not sure if he truly understood.

Looking into distance, letting his mind drift for a short while, Jaeld spoke again. "Come my son, it's getting late,
and we should hurry up if we are still to stop by the town and get a little something for Alexandra."
Magan smiled happily, "yes let's go. I can't wait to show Alexandra the sword. She will be sooo jealous..."
"Jealous? What do you mean?"
Boy chuckled, "she insisted on me helping her convince the swordmaster to take her up for lessons as well. But
we had to keep it a secret from thee father. I hope you don't mind?"
Jaeld laughed inside of his heart, just like Alexandra to do something like that. And she was truly hard
to deny anything, so he could not really blame the swordmaster for yielding to her 'orders'. But still,
teaching a six year old girl of swordplay...? What was this world coming to.

Father and son walked out on the forest path leading to town, while afternoon sun was slowly transcending
into evening...
***

I snapped out of the memories,
That was the last day I spent with my father,
early next morn he left for the war with the hordes of TanKan,
just to never return home again,
until we learned he had been killed trying to protect our king.
These were things I locked down deep inside of my heart,
trying to never let them surface back again.
But there was something telling me what I remembered was for a reason,
I just had to figure out why...

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