About the sword

"Your majesty, I apologize to you for bringing my sword to this room. But I can't put it back on its sheath" Aiden kowtowed to a person, sitting in a highly decorated throne with his fist supporting his face.

"Now, tell me the reason for that! I once met an assassin because of this similar tale!' Aiden was sweating nervously and profusely at this point.

He thought to himself, 'Should I tell him about this? What if he ended up wanting my sword! Should I just make up a tale? Ancestors, forgive me'

The slowly raised his head and began his story, "L-l-long time ago, when my ancestor was the one that was the first one to hold this sword. He smiled to himself and looked at his reflection. Soon, a nation waged war against his and he believed that the war was for him to test his sword"

"It worked wonderfully, until someone, an enemy, captured his daughter. When he came face to face with the person that kept the girl as the hostage. My ancestor said that every time the sword is bared, it needed to kill a person and the wound it creates shall not heal"

"A lightning suddenly struck the sword when he raised it to the sky while saying those things and his words came true. The person who captured his daughter fell on his knees, afraid of the Gods, and immediately released the girls from his grasp"

"But even then, it was too late, for the sword has been blessed by the gods, my ancestor eventually killed that man"

(Of course, the story is fake, I apologize to all the northerners!)

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The man sitting on the throne clapped while laughing, "That's an interesting story! But based on your story, it sounds as if you came from the north, very north in fact that I didn't see any of your body features being similar to the northerners I saw in my whole life"

Aiden said to the man, "I- I asked my father once, he said that the second generation of my ancestor moved to the south with the sword and married a girl there. That's probably why I don't look as much as the people from the north, but I assure you, my father has a big beard!"

(Nope, his father did not!)

The man smiled, "Well, thank you for entertaining me with your story for today. But I have a question, what if I take that sword by force and place it on its sheath?"

"Wh-what?"

The man shouted as he extended one of his arms, "Guards! Do as I command, take the boy's sword and sheathe and bring it to me!"

The guards, in their Turanic mamluk armour, standing on the side of the big and wide red carpet marched upon him, Aiden got himself up but the guard knocked him down. They then grabbed both of his hands and legs and took the sheath by force away.

Then it was the turn of the sword, Dainsleif that Aiden, for some reason, held into as tight as he could on his hand. The man on the throne shouted, "What is taking you so long for this!"

One of the guards went forward and bowed to the man, "Your majesty, this boy's tight on the sword is so strong! We can't take it from him!"

The man sighed and slowly got himself up. The guards made their way for the man while still holding Aiden's legs and arms. The man smirked upon Aiden, "You brought this upon yourself, if only you agreed to my words!"

The man got down on his one knee and slowly approached the sword with his hand, "What a beautiful piece of a sword! Must be a fake one if it's this beautiful!"

When his finger slight got into contact with the sword, Aiden's hand suddenly opened without him even realizing. The sword flew from his hand and circled around the room. Everybody, including Aiden, was in shock.

Their eyes toward the swords as it suddenly flew toward the direction of the guard that has the sheath on his hand. The sword struck the poor guard right on his heart, despite the heavy Turanic mamluk armour that it's pierced like a piece of butter.

It suddenly spun on the air and the sheath, too, started flying out of nowhere. Still in shock, Aiden saw the event unfolding right in front of his eyes, the sword flying straight into the sheath.

Now with his limbs free from the grips of the guards, the 19-year-old ran toward the sword and grabbed it and placed it on his waist. The man that sat on the throne previously looked at him, still shocked, "I thought it was a joke..."

The man got himself up from the ground and what greeted him was Aiden, straight in front of him with his eyes completely white, "Thou, the blood of another kind, dare touch my children, shall be the next one to be struck by the might of my sword!"

The man fell down to the floor once again with the expression of horror on his face. He soon kowtowed to Aiden. But what he heard next was the loud thud. When he raised his head, he saw Aiden that has collapsed on the floor.

…

When Aiden woke up, he saw the decorated ceiling and felt the softness and comfinnes of a bed. He got himself up and instantly felt a great sensation of pain in his head, "What… what happened to me? The last thing I remembered was me picking up the sword… did that man ambush me or something?"

He looked around and saw his sword in the sheath, laying right beside him, Aiden grabbed it as soon as possible and placed it on his waist, "First, I need to know where I am! That door must be the exit of this room!"

He made his way out of the bed and headed toward the door when he was about to place his hand on the handle; he saw the door opened and a beautiful, young, tanned girl, slowly revealing herself as the door opened fully.

Aiden blushed.