Chapter 14 - Weapons
Third Person's POV (4 yrs. old)
"Father, can I still be friends with Ken and Wilbert?" Celine asked.
"Well, where are these two friends of yours." The chief said.
"They're right over there!" Celine said pointing at Ken and Wilbert. The father and daughter duo approaching the two, Celine by his father's left, and her mother joining by the right side of her father.
"Wil, Ken, meet my Father, Chieftain Vin Edelgard, and his wife, my mother, Kel Edelgard." She said. Ken bowed his head in respect and said...
"Nice to meet you sir and ma'am, my name is Ken Rogers son of Alfred and Lyn Rogers, my friend here is..." Ken stalled for him to get the cue.
"O-oh, m-my name is Wilbert Talon, son of Erick, and Lorna Talon, it's nice to meet you sir and ma'am." Wilbert said stuttering slightly.
"Please, let's stop with all the formalities, I heard from my daughter that Lyn allowed her to call your parents as Aunt and Uncle, I'd like for you to do the same to us too." Celine's mother replied in a sweet melodious voice making Ken agree without complain.
"Will do, Auntie." Ken offered her a smile, and bowed again. While Wilbert just scratched his neck in embarrassment, and then bowed too.
"Uwwwwaaahhhhh." A cry alerted everyone’s senses, abruptly raising their heads only to see Celine blushing hard and covering her face. Guess this will be a long night. We might as well enjoy it.
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(4 yrs. & 4 months)
After that eventious night 4 months ago, Celine has been frequently visiting the two on the first few weeks, she would observe from a nearby tree, as Ken, Wilbert, and Alfred -occasionally Wilbert's Father, but mostly, it would be Alfred- train their bodies and magic from dusk, to dawn,
Always eating at the same spot at lunch which she would join, even if the boys were reeking of sweat and dirt. She would still happily talk with them, Ken really admire that characteristics of her because she doesn't pick whoever she is with, as long as it's with her friends, she won't refuse any offers given her,
‘Back in my past life, girls the same age as her, would only befriend other girls, and never boys, and when I say never, NEVER would they ever befriend us boys, lucky for us Celine's different.’ Ken thought.
After a few weeks of observing in silence, and repeating the same routine over and over again, Ken could feel that Celine became restless, until that one time when he caught her staring at a sword his father brought for practice,
Since it was time for them to practice their swordsmanship, Ken offered her the sword, at first she was reluctant, but when he told her about what he saw, the girl blushed furiously and lowered her head,
Ken trying hard to fight a laugh from slipping out of his mouth, inhaled and exhaled slowly, and decided to encourage her, which she accepted albeit reluctantly but determined.
And up until now, Ken, Celine, and Wilbert have been training under his and Wilbert's Father's teachings and rules.
At first Celine was having a hard time catching up since she was just a beginner, but as 3 weeks had passed, she was able to keep up with the two, and even her magical prowess was incredible, she was able to master a spell in one day, though it took her a fairly longer amount of time before she got the hang of it, but still, her accomplishments are mind blowing.
While deep in thought and conversing with White, Ken didn't notice his Father, walking then standing in front of the three, the other two had their full attention to Alfred while Ken, looked as if his eyes are looking at a far-away place, daydreaming to be exact.
"In the past few months, I saw improvements in the training that you three had trained, I was impressed, and still am up to this day, so I have decided that Today we will be going to the blacksmith shop, and get you guys a weapon of your choice."
*YEAH!!!!!!*
Ken got startled by the loud scream from both his sides, and immediately turned head left and right and left and right and left and right, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary. Why are they looking at him like that?
"Guess you weren't listening after all, son." Alfred said, sprouting a smirk, Ken cocked his right eyebrow in confusion.
"We're going to the blacksmith shop to get you guys weapons." He gasps loudly.
"REALLY?!" Ken asks excitement coming off in waves.
"Yes, can you teleport us to town so we could make it there fast?"
"Of course!" Ken nods.
"Okay, let's go." Immediately the four of them, held on tight for the teleportation to take effect, and in just moments, the scenery in front of their eyes changed from the wide clearing, but the open road at the center of the village.
‘I haven't been here since we last made our trip here when I was still three years young.’
"There it is, the blacksmith shop, let's go." said Alfred pointing at a wooden house with a hammer and a hammering table as a sign atop the door.
Alfred walked towards the store with the three hot on his trail while conversing with one another, when they entered the store, a small chime jingled at the top, indicating that a customer had just entered the store,
Immediately a man bigger than Alfred built with gigantic muscles appeared at the back area of the counter. He's only one, guess he's the owner of this place.
"Hey Brock, it's been a long time." Alfred said greeting the man with a bear hug and a pat on the back.
"Hey Alfred, what can I do for ya today?" Brock said, getting down into business, Ken thinks he like him now already.
"I just want these three kids here to pick the weapon of their choice, care to help an old buddy here." Alfred asks.
"Of course, you're my friend, and I would always be willing to help you, but remember, this is business we are talking about." Brock replied.
"Don't worry, I'll be paying for how much the equipment will cost."
"Good, seems like we have a deal, okay you three, you are free to look around and see what kind of equipment you like." Ken’s eyes twinkled in excitement.
While Alfred was busy talking away with Brock, the three started roaming around the store aimlessly looking at every weapon there is available. Bows, Swords, Spears, Shields, Tridents, Kunai's, Daggers, and etc. there are other gears here too, including gloves, boots, and armors.
Ken looked to see if the other two had found their weapon of choice, finding Wilbert in front of a long sword, preferably 17 inches long, he approached the weapon and held it firmly with both his hands, he then to stared at it in fascination.
He turns his head someplace else again to find Celine, only founding out that she is staring at a regular bow, she took it and held the handle on her left and the string by her right, and just like Wilbert, she also stared at it in fascination.
He started walking again, looking left and right for anything that might catch his attention and not long after turning to his right, blade poking at the edge of a glass box, tracing it to its handle, he recognized to be a...
Scythe...
‘My...’
‘Most...’
‘FAVORITE...’
‘WEAPON...’
‘EVER!!!!!!!!’
Left dumbfounded and fascinated by its form, the handle was round in width and straight in height, about five feet, and the blade attached to it to be 3 feet long.
"Seems like you took a liking to this Scythe right here, why don't you give it a try." Brock said suddenly appearing beside the boy, the man opened the lock of the box and held the scythe out to Ken.
He took the handle and found that the scythe's handle, had carvings alongside it, barely clear to the naked eyes, if one doesn't come closer to it.
‘They look to be carvings, and if memory serves me right they remind me of runes from the game called Warcraft III. I always play that game in the past, or in my past life.’
He looked at the blade and notice that it didn't just looked plain white or irony color of the metal, but it gives of a silvery glow. He turned to look back at his Father and said...
"Papa, can we buy this?" seemingly jumping off his feet like a kid.
"I don't know, I'm not sure if your mother will approve of this (contemplates for a brief moment), but since you like it, then we'll take it." said Alfred making the kid jump and scream in joy, and then stopped a minute or so.
Man, getting all hyped up just for this scythe. He looked back at the weapon and said, more like a mumble to himself...
"I'm gonna name you, 'Silver'." just as he finished saying, a bright silver light enveloped his field of vision.
'What is this?' he asks to no one in particular.
'Seems like you found it.' -White-
'Found what?'
'The weapon of the child blessed of the Moon.’ -White-
A voice suddenly said.....
Just as it was foretold, the chosen child of the moon shall meet
It’s destined weapon, and shall carry on with it to find the other weapons..
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