Sword out of darkness?

I finished eating the tasty ribs that tasted exactly the same as the ones from before. Marcus finished eating the meat that he had prepared for himself, in the moment after he took the bone, stood up, threw it under the corner, and started cutting another part of the dead animal. Preparing to cook it for them.

"How long are they going to sleep?" I asked the demon since they aren't waking up for some time. Time? What time? Those 'hours' in the dream weren't real. Now? I can just say it according to the position of the sun, it's early morning. Since it's summer and the days are longer, it should be around seven or eight.

"When it's not as cold, just like now. They will sleep for one more hour probably, I don't know about Bog or Finn. It's better to prepare the food before they wake up, just to show myself a little friendlier." He explained while taking another cut on the boar's body. This time he took the leg, the leg as big as Finn. Probably high as 1.45 meters or even less, a really big leg. The two newcomers are sleeping almost next to each other.

"What do you think… Is anything going to happen to us here?" Another question that was bothering my mind completely trying to overtake my mind.

"If you ask me… I think we have a good chance. We aren't too far away from the exit nor are we completely surrounded by bushes. If we were to defend ourselves at least the back would be covered by the rocks." With the cut meat he got back to the leaves where he slept and put the meat on the clear stones that were brought by Matthew before.

"At least we are both thinking the same, positively," I responded to what he said.

"Not positively. I only said that our back is covered but that won't be helpful with more experienced people or more people. I don't get why would they rush inside with a high chance to get injured but still. If they rush, we would be screwed anyway." Why is he making it so hard to go over? Is it something with this place that makes no one able to think about anything else at all? Or just him not wanting to get disappointed.

"Are we going to do something? Or are we going to stay here, laying low?" I don't understand why I'm asking so many questions but if I have one it's better to be answered before I can forget it.

"Probably we will wait here for some time, go hunt something one more time and then get it back down… Somehow. It may be annoying to actually do that since there are so many steps. But if we manage, we will have good food before we escape, 'good food'." After putting the food on those plates he laid back in his bed made of leaves, he really likes to help people. Making food and all…

"What are we going to do with the skin here?" I pointed at the leftover skin laying on the ground completely drained from blood and almost completely clear as well.

"No matter what we do we will probably have to hand it over to the guards once we are done. But overall the best thing we can do with it is clothing." He was looking at the fire without stopping, really focusing on it. Are we able to actually do any piece of clothing out of that? We don't have anything to tie it up with. Are we just going to cut a hole in it?

I didn't ask another question since there was no point in doing so. Too many of those will probably irritate him. I should just wait for all of them to wake up. Meanwhile, I could try to do something on my own actually.

"I will be back in a few minutes, if it will take a lot longer just try to look outside." I stood up, stretched my arms, and almost completely forgot about the nightmare. It felt much different after forgetting, fresh, and open minded.

"Sure thing." He answered without even looking at me and so I just took another long stick and stepped outside. The morning breeze was cold but not as cold as in the last day's evening. The wind blew right under my nose and refreshed the nostrils from the stench of burning wood. I took a very deep breath that made my lungs feel all of that fresh but cold air, it was in a very good balance though.

I looked for a pretty thin three, a young tree, or just a shallow one to train. After a very short while of walking around and looking behind trees, I found one. I could see the entrance from that place but no one would see from it.

I entered my position, the 'fool's guard'. Stood right before that tree and in the stance looked at it ferociously. I wanted to destroy it. This very same tree changed into my brother's image, all the hate right in my eyes. Burning the wood in front of me, the world seemed to become completely grey. Only my brother is painted red. I started, jumped left and right stinging the tree with the long stick in my hands. The sweat coming down my face because of the numerous leaps, jumps and stings. My blade was flying almost like a bumblebee, it even made sounds. Godly chirps of a swallow following around my every movement. Hands without exhaustion at all, just throwing those strokes, those powerful thrusts into the shallow tree.

Hard thrusts going inside and outside of the wood. Tree bark flying in every direction relentlessly from my thrusts. Some swings in as well, just between the thrusts to still have the power inside of it. Slowly making this the dance that I will perfect. Perfect? It won't be that easy to do it. The knowledge of the spear helped me a lot in learning this stance but is it going to be enough to push me further…

I stopped thinking. I'm sure there is no chance for me to enter the land of the sword without focusing only on what's before me. And that is my enemy. The person that I want to kill with my whole heart and that very hatred, will push me further.

Another army of swings and thrusts now seems like a dance that just flows between the left and right of the shallow tree. The only thing in my eyes was the high pole made of wood, painted red. Everything else outside just disappeared and something new emerged from under the dark surroundings. A single sword. Flew in my way, I stopped fighting for the second and at that moment it started disappearing. So I just went on with the stave in both of my hands flying in almost all directions. Sweat flowing down my forehead like a waterfall. The sword was coming to me faster and faster and as it arrived. The stick changed into that very sword that was in the darkness. A long two-handed sword with a silver blade and golden guard, yellow strip of skin right under on the handle. Perfectly made for my hands. The middle of the blade for unknown reasons was golden with something written on it. In another language? I don't know. I need to remember one sign, maybe someone will know those.

One of them was something like a T but upside down and both of the sides facing down going up and down like tentacles. There was also one more that I remembered, it was very similar to a snake's body in a double S position with two lines cutting through it. What do those mean? And what's written on the sword? I want to know. I need to know! Is this a prophecy? Or just a random sentence without any clear meaning. I don't want to have high hopes so that I won't be disappointed later… Why do I sound like Marcus now? Is it because I spoke with him for that long? God...

I was doing it for a long time probably, I didn't enter the zone of the sword… Disappointing. Why did that sword appear in the first place? What does it mean? Does he also have a sword like that? I didn't notice when in the fight from before.

Coming back to the cave felt as if ice shards were creating on my body with each step. The sweat without fighting or any exercise slowly started going cold and my body was shivering from the freezing winds. I ran inside because the pain was slowly starting to manifest under the shirt. "What a day…" I whispered to myself and looked inside my palm. The white palm… That slowly started changing its color to dark red. The color of blood… "I didn't kill anybody, so why?" I murmured under my nose and thought that it will be another question to Estel.