“Geraldus and Alaric, come see what I’ve also found,” said Vaeludar.
Alaric and Geraldus walked over to him and Vaeludar quickly showed them the weapons piled in the very back of the cave. What they were seeing was enough for a battalion of soldiers. Alaric picked a hand-and-a-half sword while Geraldus spear with the metal end eight inches long and curved like a strange shaped U.
Geraldus spun his spear in many circles and waved it around his fingers and hands and part of his arms. Then spun it around his neck a few times before drawing it to a halt. “This is a nicely crafted spear.”
“I wonder who made these,” said Alaric. He pulled out the sword he was holding and had it of blue color. The hilt was decorated with small emeralds and a big ruby at the hilt’s bottom. “These don’t seem to have been forged in the Western Region.”
“Well, whoever crafted these weapons, we’re better off with them than those invaders,” said Geraldus.
“Agreed, father.”
Vaeludar was looking at the swords in their feathered scabbards. His tail was brushing away what he felt he could use, if he was to battle again and wanted to fight as a human. He wanted to have a sword of his own, but he wasn’t feeling these swords piled on the ground were the right ones for him.
He picked several swords in his hands then toss them away. Instead of calling love at first sight, Vaeludar was unimpressed with each weapon he was putting in his hand.
“Looking for something?” asked Geraldus.
The hybrid sighed. “These aren’t suited for me,” said Vaeludar, before he walked away from the weapons he thought he could have found interest in.
Geraldus gave a whistle and waved an arm toward his men.
The men strode over and started taking the weapons. During this time, they passed Vaeludar, walking into him.
Vaeludar, who was having a difficult time finding a weapon to have and being shoved if he was invisible, jumped out of the way. From five yards away, he was frustrated at the men-at-arms were grabbing many weapons. Even among the soldiers, he was still an outsider.
The first step he took was a thud on his feet. Vaeludar stared down at a buried item beneath dried leaves. He brushed the leaves with his dragon feet.
A silver, sparkly emerald hilt shined before his eyes.
Vaeludar bent down and brushed more leaves with his bare hands. The hilt revealed to be in a scabbard buried inches in leaves. Suddenly, it felt like the hilt was calling out his name. Vaeludar grabbed the scabbard and pulled it out of the remaining leaves. Standing back up, Vaeludar placed a hand on the hilt. Feeling a little anxious, Vaeludar pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
The sword was very close to a broadsword design, and the blade had the shape of a linear leaf but slightly wider. The blade was forged from a fine, crystal metal. The blade itself had something amazing that caught Vaeludar’s attention right away; there was a cloud-like, pale beam of light sparkling and dazzling all around the blade as if there was a storm within the blade.
“Interesting looking blade if it has been forged from magic,” he stated, holding it straight forward.
Then he spun it forward once, went to spin it backwards, and finished by spinning a figure-eight four times before holding it straight up. It was lighter than a feather and he was happy with it.
“Well, I’m done here,” he said, exiting the cave.
Vaeludar released the holding of his breath and started sniffing the air. He managed to hold his breath for several minutes. After breathing again, he was able to sniff the freshness of nature instead of smelling the scent of dead corpses.
“That sword is very odd,” said the Unicorn King, exiting the cave with his unicorn guards, along with the men and the Griffins. “No blade can glow with a peculiar cloud inside.”
“I know that,” said Vaeludar. “I wonder if this was a magic sword by chance.”
“There are a few magic swords in this world,” said a dragon voice.
The Dragon King and five dragon bodyguards floated down from the sky softly.
“Let me see that sword you’re carrying. If what you say is true and the swords do contain some elements of magic, a Dragon could tell if there is something powerful lurking within the blade itself.”
Vaeludar couldn’t seem to argue with the Dragon King and pulled out the blade. The shimmering light immediately caught the eyes of both the Dragon King and his personal guards.
“By my own scales,” he said, in a very astonished look. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I wouldn’t know what kind of sword it is.”
“That is a shame then,” said Vaeludar. “I guess I’m going have to find out for myself to see if it is a magic sword or not.”
“Yes,” said the Unicorn King. “If you want to find out if it is such a thing, you yourself are going have to find out, if the weapon you’re carrying does hold magic. But seeing a cloud inside the blade makes me wonder if it is one.”
“But here is a question about it: how did they end up in the hands of two Giants and two Cyclopes?” asked Vaeludar.
“We’ll have time for theories later,” said the Dragon King. “I came here for another reason. The Merpeople seem to be having some problems on the beaches of your village, Geraldus. It seems something is going on near their borders.”
“Could it be another possible invading force?” asked Geraldus, walking up towards Vaeludar.
“The Sea Serpents are already scouting the region. As of right now, we don’t have any information of what is going on with the Mermaids and the Mermen. There shouldn’t be anything to
