The Sword of Truth

are.” Lee paused and leaned in, “You are a god, Gewey,” he said, “In fact, you are the only child ever born from the union of two gods.”

Gewey burst into laughter. “You’re crazy,” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “And to think I was starting to believe you! I actually left my farm trusting that you might know something.”

Lee frowned. “There is one way to show you,” he said. He walked over to Gewey, and reached out his hand.

“What’s this?” asked Gewey, clearly amused.

“Take my hand,” said Lee.

Gewey hesitated.

“Just do it,” said Lee. “If this doesn’t make you believe me, you can go home and forget everything I’ve said.”

Gewey shrugged. “Fine,” he said, taking Lee’s hand.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. Time stood still, and Gewey felt as if the whole universe had opened up. He could see straight into Lee’s mind, and in that moment he knew everything Lee had told him was true. He let go of Lee’s hand, shaking from the experience.

“The first time is the worst,” Lee said. “After a while, you’ll learn to control it. It’s how those of us carrying the blood of a god can recognize one another. There are others like me-half man, half god. I’ve met a few of them. But you’re different. You’re full blooded. One of a kind.”

Gewey still couldn’t speak. The idea was more than he could handle, and he fell to the ground, unconscious. He awoke with Lee kneeling over him, smiling broadly.

“Boy, if you’re going to be any kind of god, we can’t have you passing out,” said Lee, and he began laughing uncontrollably.

Gewey managed to sit up, still feeling lightheaded and a bit embarrassed.

“How can this be?” asked Gewey. “I haven’t got the power of a god. I bleed, I sleep, and I eat; what kind of god does all that?”

“One who’s bound to the earth,” answered Lee. “I don’t have all the answers, but I have learned much. I’ve searched books all across the land, looking for answers to the very questions you ask. Some I’ve found, but others are still a mystery. Like me, you’re stronger and faster than normal men; and like me, you can see and hear better. But I’m only half god. Some things I can teach you, but discovering your true power is something you’re going to have to do on your own.”

Gewey got to his feet. “Let’s say I believe you,” he said. “Why are we running? The voice in my dream…if I’m a god, why should I fear it?”

Lee’s eyes narrowed. “What do you know about the Dark Knight of Angraal?” he asked in an ominous tone.

Gewey shrugged and said, “Rumors mostly. I’ve heard he’s a thousand years old, that he slays children in the night. To be honest, I’ve always ignored them. I figured they were just stories meant to frighten children.”

“As far as being a thousand years old, I doubt it,” said Lee. “As far as killing children, I daresay he would without hesitation. Whatever you’ve heard, remember this: he is real. He’s the reason we’ve been brought together.” Lee looked at the sky. It was two

hours past sunrise. “We need to rest. I’ll tell you more once we set out this evening. In the meantime, sleep close to me. I should be able to stop the Dark Knight from entering your dreams.”

With that, Lee lay on his blanket and closed his eyes. Gewey’s head was buzzing with questions, but he tried to follow Lee’s example. He began to feel fatigue seeping into his bones, and- God or no God-he needed rest like anyone else. He was about to ask Lee one final question, but heard him breathing deeply and steadily. Gewey couldn’t imagine how he could fall asleep so fast, especially with all this excitement. It took him more than two hours before sleep came, and thankfully, the dream didn’t return.

Chapter 4

Gewey awoke an hour before sunset. Lee was nearly finished breaking camp. Gewey packed his own gear and ate the rest of the bread he had brought. When they were ready to leave, Lee mounted his horse and motioned for Gewey to do the same.

“There’s a hunting trail a mile west of here that will lead us to the crossing,” Lee said. “We should get there just after dark.”

“I thought you were going to tell me about the Dark Knight,” said Gewey.

“We can talk along the way,” Lee replied. “I don’t want to be caught sitting in the open too long. It could be dangerous.”

Gewey nodded and mounted his horse. The forest had thinned, enabling them once again to ride, and it wasn’t long before they found the trail.

“You said you’d heard of the Dark Knight of Angraal,” Lee began. “That’s good. It’s because of him we’re doing this. He’s the reason darkness has spread throughout the land. You’re old enough to remember the Long Freeze.”

“I remember,” answered Gewey. “I almost starved.”

“It was a sign of the Dark Knight’s power growing,” Lee continued. “I don’t know much about him, unfortunately, but I know that he’s stolen the Sword of Truth. With it, he’s locked the door to heaven; and as he masters the use of his power, his corrupting influence changes the world.”

“The Sword of Truth?” said Gewey. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“I’m not surprised,” Lee replied. “Knowledge of the sword has been a closely guarded secret for thousands of years. Only a few people-members of certain temples, and perhaps a handful of scholars-know of its existence. I only stumbled upon it by accident, studying from a collection of rare books that Lord Dauvis had left me. Apparently, the sword was forged at the time of creation. It was meant to be a key to the door between heaven and earth. Why the gods would make such a thing, I don’t know. But whoever possesses it acquires great and terrible power-a power not meant for mortal men.”

“How did he get it?” asked Gewey. “You would think a thing like that would be protected.”

“How he got the sword isn’t as important as what he plans to do with it. I believe he’s locked the door to heaven so that he can find a way to rule as a god. With the door locked, the gods are powerless to stop him. If he succeeds, all of creation will be his to control.”

“None of this answers how I got here,” Gewey noted. “If I’m a god, why am I not locked away with the others?”

“Quite right,” Lee acknowledged. “It’s a question I’ve spent many years trying to answer. As near as I can tell, you were brought to the earth and given human form before the door to heaven was sealed. Maybe the gods saw this coming, maybe not. Regardless of how it happened, the fact is that you are here, and you’re the only one who can defeat the Dark Knight and reopen the door.”

“I still don’t understand,” said Gewey. “If I’m a god, then why do I seem so human?”

“Again, I’m not certain. But I think that when you were trapped on earth, it changed you, making you mortal. The gods can take human form. Perhaps when the door to heaven closed, you were locked in this form. You still have your powers, but it seems you’re also mortal.”

“My powers?” Gewey said, sounding doubtful. “I know I’m pretty strong, but other than that, I’m just like everyone else.”

“There’s where you’re wrong,” Lee retorted. “You have abilities that you have yet to discover. Some I know of, and can teach you; others, I can only guess at. Many things you will only discover yourself, through trial and error. You are the only one of your kind, so no one really knows the full potential of your abilities. The good news is that the Dark Knight doesn’t know either.”

“What is he?” asked Gewey. “Is he a god?”

“No,” answered Lee. “He’s a man, or at least he was. All I know is that he was part of an order, charged with protecting the door to heaven. He betrayed them and took the Sword. The order was destroyed, and its temples abandoned.”