I may be just a sword, but I will choose my own master. I will not bow to your whim until you earn the right to the magic I harbor.
Hex Code // Black
Role // The Dragon Sword
Chalk Outline - Three Days Grace β« Who is in Control? β« Words as Weapons - Seetherβ« Pale - Within Temptation β«i'm Alive - Disturbed
Allegiance // None
Face Claim // Kashuu Kiyomitsu
Role // The Dragon Sword
Chalk Outline - Three Days Grace β« Who is in Control? β« Words as Weapons - Seetherβ« Pale - Within Temptation β«i'm Alive - Disturbed
Allegiance // None
Face Claim // Kashuu Kiyomitsu
βI am a sword, but that doesn't mean you own me. I will make you fight for it.β
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β₯Nickname
King's Sword // Great Sword // Dragon Sword // The Destroyer // Chaos
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Appears 24 though he has 'lived' centuries.
β₯Genderβ₯
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β₯Sexualityβ₯
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β₯General Appearanceβ₯
King's Sword // Great Sword // Dragon Sword // The Destroyer // Chaos
β₯[size=150]Age[/size]β₯
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β₯Genderβ₯
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β₯General Appearanceβ₯
For all intents and purposes, Mateu is a sword. His physical body faded during the spell so his actual body is the blade and his soul resides within the sapphire at the hilt that appears like a dragon's eye. The hilt of the sword is fashioned with blue dragon scales and the handle form the dragon's wings. This serves as a representation of the soul within as the wings protect the wielder's hands from oncoming blades like a decorated rapier. The blade itself is an inky black with a single red line going down its center. This red line is actually Mateu's blood. When he was killed initially, the blade incorporated this stain as a representation of the first murder and serves as a reminder of how it was created and tainted.
When awakened, the sword seems to vanish, but in reality, Mateu is using the bit of magic he can still use himself to create this half illusion, half tangible human body. One can touch the human visage but the body itself is not actually real. He is able to manipulate how solid this form is so if he is attacked he can make himself appear more like a ghost and whatever was coming towards him will pass through. Similarly, if his wielder is attacked, he will solidify to protect his master and his human form will shatter to reveal the sword that had protected its master. In this form, he appears like a young male with long raven colored hair. As he did when he was alive, Mateu keeps his bangs short and cropped around his face while the rest of his hair is tied in a thin pony tail or braid. Unfortunately he has grown paler, his 'skin' taking on an almost milky and porcelain appearance compared to his previously tanned skin tone. Lastly, his once cornflower blue eyes have changed to take on a crimson hue, reflecting once more what had tainted him and the spell. Mateu generally appears wearing full dragon armor the same color as the blade with red trimmings.
Mateu has one more form to be discussed; a dragon. In the sword's creation, it incorporated the victim sacrificed to it. Since its intention was to safe guard all the magical knowledge it encountered and thanks to Mateu's pride and anger, the sword created a dragon representation. During the battle of wills when the sword is touched, Mateu comes into consciousness as a dragon lording over the riches he guards. He intimidates and challenges the potential wielder aw towering sapphire dragon. The dragon is only tangible during the challenge. Once he has been claimed, Mateu can create the illusion of his dragon self to help protect his master and breathe flame, but the dragon body itself and the fire is just an illusion.
When awakened, the sword seems to vanish, but in reality, Mateu is using the bit of magic he can still use himself to create this half illusion, half tangible human body. One can touch the human visage but the body itself is not actually real. He is able to manipulate how solid this form is so if he is attacked he can make himself appear more like a ghost and whatever was coming towards him will pass through. Similarly, if his wielder is attacked, he will solidify to protect his master and his human form will shatter to reveal the sword that had protected its master. In this form, he appears like a young male with long raven colored hair. As he did when he was alive, Mateu keeps his bangs short and cropped around his face while the rest of his hair is tied in a thin pony tail or braid. Unfortunately he has grown paler, his 'skin' taking on an almost milky and porcelain appearance compared to his previously tanned skin tone. Lastly, his once cornflower blue eyes have changed to take on a crimson hue, reflecting once more what had tainted him and the spell. Mateu generally appears wearing full dragon armor the same color as the blade with red trimmings.
Mateu has one more form to be discussed; a dragon. In the sword's creation, it incorporated the victim sacrificed to it. Since its intention was to safe guard all the magical knowledge it encountered and thanks to Mateu's pride and anger, the sword created a dragon representation. During the battle of wills when the sword is touched, Mateu comes into consciousness as a dragon lording over the riches he guards. He intimidates and challenges the potential wielder aw towering sapphire dragon. The dragon is only tangible during the challenge. Once he has been claimed, Mateu can create the illusion of his dragon self to help protect his master and breathe flame, but the dragon body itself and the fire is just an illusion.
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Stubborn β Vindictive β Romantic β Pessimistic β Snarky β Inquisitive
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Mateu has changed drastically over his time in the sword. Some of these changed happened very quickly and others have lingered and grown with each passing year. When he was alive, Mateu was very innocent and to put it simply, gullible. Though he was never a knight, the idea of valor and honor were things he valued highly. He saw the good in everyone around him and he was always eager to put others before himself. Though he grew up in a world ravaged by war, Mateu wanted to his his part to bring light to people lives. Even small things could help another and if he was able, why shouldn't he help others less fortunate? He was an optimist and selfless. He was a happy person and everyone who met him ended up smiling. It quickly earned him the nickname 'Cheery Wind'. Part of this outlook had to deal with the fact that when he was little, his whole family had been taken from him and his Master had taken him in and helped raise him. He saw himself as very fortunate that someone had given him mercy so he did his best to reciprocate. He was kind towards everyone, even to those undeserving and loved to play with the children in the village and teach them all about honor and how to find the good in the bad. This made him an optimal sacrifice for the sword he and his master were creating. All the traits Mateu had were the traits that needed to go into the sword.
When he was betrayed and murdered by his mentor, Mateu saw a very dark side of humanity. People would manipulate others to get what they wanted without care. He had only ever been honest and expected the same from everyone, especially the man that had taken him in and whom he loved dearly. If he had been asked, he may have willingly sacrificed himself for the greater good but the blatant lie and manipulation of his heart poisoned his views quickly and thus, poisoned the sword. The pain of the betrayal soured his attitude about humanity and he grew to hate everyone and everything. He wanted to destroy everything and most importantly, he wanted Glade to suffer for breaking his heart, killing him, and trapping his soul in the sword. It was all because of him that he couldn't even die and end all of the pain. If Glade had his way, Mateu would have been mindless; just the anchor for the sword to do a master's bidding. It was only by his own quick thinking that Mateu was able to keep a small measure of free-will and cognition. Unfortunately, this meant that every day, Mateu would remember the emotions and the events that put him in the sword in the first place. He'd never escape the emotional turmoil.
Now, the young man has hardened his heart and has done an almost complete 180 in his personality. Though he still values honor and truth, he is pessimistic about human nature and believes that most people are conniving-backstabbing-liars. He has little hope of finding someone noble and true. His anger still burns hot even though Glade has long since passed away and seeks to quench a revenge that will never be satisfied since this is an emotion the sword clings to as a fundamental emotion. Because of this, he often meets potential wielders angrily and even after he is claimed he will make snide remarks and try to hurt them in a small way for forcing him to be a weapon and controlling him. In all reality however, he uses this as a way to try and protect himself from more pain. He is very broken and time will not heal his wound since all he can do is ruminate on his pain. He is sad and lonely though he'll never admit this weakness. Mateu has always been a stubborn person and so it will take a while before his defenses can be worn down enough to actually allow him to open up again and allow himself to be vulnerable.
Mateu is also a very curious and inquisitive individual. This is the reason why he even started to learn magic. It was fascinating and he wanted to learn more and more about it. He never gave up when thing got hard and he thirsted for more knowledge. That has been one saving grace for him during his imprisonment. Each time he had been used, two times currently, he was able to learn about the world and how it had changed during the time he was 'dreaming'. He even got to see cultures and perspectives he hadn't known before his imprisonment. He is always interested in learning more about magic, cultures, and the world in general. He loves to debate philosophy and can be quite poetic if given the chance. Learning or imparting knowledge is the one time he may be caught with a smile on his face thanks to his excitement to actually talk to someone.
Lastly, Mateu is a hopeless romantic. This is what got him into trouble in the first place. Though homosexuality wasn't something allowed in his time and still a bit hush-hush in recent times, Mateu loves romance. He is honest and expects his fellow partner to be the same though this obviously wasn't the case with his first lover. Now he is a little harder to get to and thinks love is dead, but romance is both a soft and sore spot for him. Thanks to his turbulent emotions, witnessing romance and sweetness between lovers can rile up quite a few different reactions from him ranging from being angry and snarky at how stupid it is, to tearing up thinking about his loss, or even downright hostility where hell try to break it up. It all just brings up too much pain for him to handle. Like everyone else, he does want love and acceptance. He's just afraid of where that will lead him since he is a sword; he can't die nor can he live.
When he was betrayed and murdered by his mentor, Mateu saw a very dark side of humanity. People would manipulate others to get what they wanted without care. He had only ever been honest and expected the same from everyone, especially the man that had taken him in and whom he loved dearly. If he had been asked, he may have willingly sacrificed himself for the greater good but the blatant lie and manipulation of his heart poisoned his views quickly and thus, poisoned the sword. The pain of the betrayal soured his attitude about humanity and he grew to hate everyone and everything. He wanted to destroy everything and most importantly, he wanted Glade to suffer for breaking his heart, killing him, and trapping his soul in the sword. It was all because of him that he couldn't even die and end all of the pain. If Glade had his way, Mateu would have been mindless; just the anchor for the sword to do a master's bidding. It was only by his own quick thinking that Mateu was able to keep a small measure of free-will and cognition. Unfortunately, this meant that every day, Mateu would remember the emotions and the events that put him in the sword in the first place. He'd never escape the emotional turmoil.
Now, the young man has hardened his heart and has done an almost complete 180 in his personality. Though he still values honor and truth, he is pessimistic about human nature and believes that most people are conniving-backstabbing-liars. He has little hope of finding someone noble and true. His anger still burns hot even though Glade has long since passed away and seeks to quench a revenge that will never be satisfied since this is an emotion the sword clings to as a fundamental emotion. Because of this, he often meets potential wielders angrily and even after he is claimed he will make snide remarks and try to hurt them in a small way for forcing him to be a weapon and controlling him. In all reality however, he uses this as a way to try and protect himself from more pain. He is very broken and time will not heal his wound since all he can do is ruminate on his pain. He is sad and lonely though he'll never admit this weakness. Mateu has always been a stubborn person and so it will take a while before his defenses can be worn down enough to actually allow him to open up again and allow himself to be vulnerable.
Mateu is also a very curious and inquisitive individual. This is the reason why he even started to learn magic. It was fascinating and he wanted to learn more and more about it. He never gave up when thing got hard and he thirsted for more knowledge. That has been one saving grace for him during his imprisonment. Each time he had been used, two times currently, he was able to learn about the world and how it had changed during the time he was 'dreaming'. He even got to see cultures and perspectives he hadn't known before his imprisonment. He is always interested in learning more about magic, cultures, and the world in general. He loves to debate philosophy and can be quite poetic if given the chance. Learning or imparting knowledge is the one time he may be caught with a smile on his face thanks to his excitement to actually talk to someone.
Lastly, Mateu is a hopeless romantic. This is what got him into trouble in the first place. Though homosexuality wasn't something allowed in his time and still a bit hush-hush in recent times, Mateu loves romance. He is honest and expects his fellow partner to be the same though this obviously wasn't the case with his first lover. Now he is a little harder to get to and thinks love is dead, but romance is both a soft and sore spot for him. Thanks to his turbulent emotions, witnessing romance and sweetness between lovers can rile up quite a few different reactions from him ranging from being angry and snarky at how stupid it is, to tearing up thinking about his loss, or even downright hostility where hell try to break it up. It all just brings up too much pain for him to handle. Like everyone else, he does want love and acceptance. He's just afraid of where that will lead him since he is a sword; he can't die nor can he live.
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α¦ Food - Mateu loves all types of food and enjoys trying new things. He generally likes most sweets or fried foods.
α¦ Trinkets - Though he can't keep any besides the ones he died with, Mateu likes all things sparkly and eye catching. The brighter the stone, the more magic it could hold. He has an eye for quality.
α¦ Knowledge - Mateu is a seeker of knowledge and so he loves learning new things. Generally, he is interested in cultures and magic, but he will gladly listen and learn about various topics.
α¦ Nature - Mateu has always been and outdoorsy person and would rather be in the open air than cooped up in a house. This has only increased since his confinement in the sword since he doesn't get to see the world often.
α¦ Food - Mateu loves all types of food and enjoys trying new things. He generally likes most sweets or fried foods.
α¦ Trinkets - Though he can't keep any besides the ones he died with, Mateu likes all things sparkly and eye catching. The brighter the stone, the more magic it could hold. He has an eye for quality.
α¦ Knowledge - Mateu is a seeker of knowledge and so he loves learning new things. Generally, he is interested in cultures and magic, but he will gladly listen and learn about various topics.
α¦ Nature - Mateu has always been and outdoorsy person and would rather be in the open air than cooped up in a house. This has only increased since his confinement in the sword since he doesn't get to see the world often.
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βLiars - Mateu absolutely hates liars and manipulators. They benefit from the pain of others.
βGlade Cornwall - The man betrayed him and killed him. Why wouldn't he hate his former lover?
βKilling - At his core, Mateu hates death and killing. Unfortunately, his rage and the manner of the curse, he has found that he has become the harbinger of death both to those who seek him out and those he faces once claimed.
β Himself - Mateu has a new found hate for himself. He hates that he had been gullible enough not to realize sooner what was happening, as well as for all the chaos he had reaped. He had wanted to create the sword to end the suffering and war but instead, he brought about the exact opposite.
βGlade Cornwall - The man betrayed him and killed him. Why wouldn't he hate his former lover?
βKilling - At his core, Mateu hates death and killing. Unfortunately, his rage and the manner of the curse, he has found that he has become the harbinger of death both to those who seek him out and those he faces once claimed.
β Himself - Mateu has a new found hate for himself. He hates that he had been gullible enough not to realize sooner what was happening, as well as for all the chaos he had reaped. He had wanted to create the sword to end the suffering and war but instead, he brought about the exact opposite.
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β Inquisitive - Mateu is inquisitive so he often asks lots of questions so he will not be caught by surprise later and pays attention to detail. This is what saved him from losing all forms of free will during the spell that made him part of the sword.
β Knowledge - This kind of ties in with his first strength. Since he had lived for centuries and accumulates magic, he is an encyclopedia of information. He also had the benefit of being part of some of the historic battles that scholars try to document.
β Indestructible - At present, the sword is indestructible, or at least the method of destroying the sword is currently unknown. Not even Mateu knows how to destroy it. It absorbs magic it comes into contact with, absorbing the knowledge to utilize it itself. The magic also protects it from the elements such as heat or cold.
β Inquisitive - Mateu is inquisitive so he often asks lots of questions so he will not be caught by surprise later and pays attention to detail. This is what saved him from losing all forms of free will during the spell that made him part of the sword.
β Knowledge - This kind of ties in with his first strength. Since he had lived for centuries and accumulates magic, he is an encyclopedia of information. He also had the benefit of being part of some of the historic battles that scholars try to document.
β Indestructible - At present, the sword is indestructible, or at least the method of destroying the sword is currently unknown. Not even Mateu knows how to destroy it. It absorbs magic it comes into contact with, absorbing the knowledge to utilize it itself. The magic also protects it from the elements such as heat or cold.
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β Free Will - Since he is a sword, Mateu no longer had the luxury of doing as he pleases when he wants. Without a master, he is stuck in a dark slumber and once he is claimed, he is forced todo as his master commands though he had the free-will to back talk and show his chagrin.
β Being a sword - Mateu has so much magical knowledge from before and after becoming the sword. He is the most powerful thing in this world and yet, he can't use any of it himself. He has a limited bit of magic he can use.
β Personality - His snarky and vindictive attitude makes him hard to get along with. He is stubborn to so he can be quite volatile and hard to keep under control.
β Honesty - Honesty is a hard thing to hear sometimes, but Mateu will always speak the truth. As part of the sword, he also cannot lie even if he wanted to.
β Free Will - Since he is a sword, Mateu no longer had the luxury of doing as he pleases when he wants. Without a master, he is stuck in a dark slumber and once he is claimed, he is forced todo as his master commands though he had the free-will to back talk and show his chagrin.
β Being a sword - Mateu has so much magical knowledge from before and after becoming the sword. He is the most powerful thing in this world and yet, he can't use any of it himself. He has a limited bit of magic he can use.
β Personality - His snarky and vindictive attitude makes him hard to get along with. He is stubborn to so he can be quite volatile and hard to keep under control.
β Honesty - Honesty is a hard thing to hear sometimes, but Mateu will always speak the truth. As part of the sword, he also cannot lie even if he wanted to.
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β£ Heartbreak - Since Mateu is still suffering from the betrayal of his lover and mentor, he is afraid of letting others in again only to have him repeat his previous mistake.
β£ Chaos - Mateu has become the bringer of destruction rather than peace and it is something he fears will never change.
β£ Living forever - Though it may seem odd, Mateu is afraid of living forever in the sword. He has grown to hate and fear the time he spends locked away in the sword and yet fear beaing awakened because of what he will cause. He actually wants an end to the legacy and finally jut die in peace so the pain will finally end.
β£ Heartbreak - Since Mateu is still suffering from the betrayal of his lover and mentor, he is afraid of letting others in again only to have him repeat his previous mistake.
β£ Chaos - Mateu has become the bringer of destruction rather than peace and it is something he fears will never change.
β£ Living forever - Though it may seem odd, Mateu is afraid of living forever in the sword. He has grown to hate and fear the time he spends locked away in the sword and yet fear beaing awakened because of what he will cause. He actually wants an end to the legacy and finally jut die in peace so the pain will finally end.
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Mateu sat outside in the garden simply enjoying the gentle breeze as it cooled his skin. His dark hair swayed across his face as he meditated, getting his mind ready for the arduous task that he and his lover had planned for that day. The war around them had been raging for many years now. He didn't even remember a day when there wasn't war. But today... he and Gale were finally going to finish crafting the blade that would save their kingdom from destruction and finally end the war. They'd have peace; blessed peace. A smile played on his lips and he opened his eyes, letting his deep blue gaze scan the sky above him. He inhaled deeply trying to calm himself again. He felt the bubbling of excitement in his care. After they completed the spell, all of the magical scriptures, the books, all the knowledge they had gathered would be absorbed into the sword; including all of his magic and all of Gale's. They'd be normal people after this without a lick of magical ability. But it was worth it.
Maetu entered the home he had shared with Gale and beamed at the older wizard as he finished piling all of the books beside the rather ordinary looking sword. It was just a thin blade and a handle. IT really wasn't much to look at but according to the spell lore, the sword would change and take on the appearance that mirrored the intention of the spell. He wondered what it was going to look like when this was all done.
The young man hurried over to Gale and hugged him tightly from behind. "I am really excited," he smiled to him and kissed his shoulder.
Gale chuckled and moved to turn in his lover's arms. He caressed the younger man's cheek and lifted his chin to kiss him deeply. These were going to be their last moments together and he wanted to show Mateu he did love him before he finally set his soul free. Really, his lover was sacrificing so much but in the end, he would be a hero. His name would be sung in epic tales and his soul would be free. This was for the good of their kingdom. Mateu would understand. He always understood. He really was so innocent and good. Gale wished he could take the youth to bed with him one last time but they both needed their strength and stamina for this spell.
He pulled away from Mateu and pushed his lush hair away from his face. "Okay Mateu. Go get into position. We'll begin the spell now."
"Okay." Mateu let go of his lover and hurried to his position in the scripture they had created on the ground for this very purpose. Gale himself took his own position in his circle behind the sword. The weapon was exactly in the middle of the room and the circle with all of the magical items and books lines around it. The sword would first draw from them before the two wizards in the room.
The two took deep breaths before in unison, they began to recant the spell that would birth the sword that would save them all. Blue light enveloped the simple blade and it slowly rose into the air till its pointed was angled downward. The blue light extended outwards towards the lore and like a flame quickly engulfed it and absorbed the knowledge there. Once material was devoured, the physical husk burned to ash. It was working. It was really working!
The sword then turned its attention to the two biggest sources of magic in the room; Mateu and Gale. The blue light reached for them and slid into their vein and greedily drank of their power. Mateu shuddered as the tendrils seemed to claw and hook into his body as it anchored itself. The more magic it drained, the more he felt his strength fading. He swayed momentarily in his circle but he did not stop chanting the spell. He glanced at his lover a moment who was doing the same before he brought his attention back to the ravenous blade.
Then Mateu frowned. The sword was tugging at him. Why was it tugging him? The verses he was saying... he only barely noticed that the incantation he was saying and the one that his lover was speaking had a variation in it. His own spoke of giving up his soul to the blade. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. The sword... the sword needed a soul. It was going to take his soul as the anchor to learn the magic and to connect with one of noble heart, it needed to have a noble heart. Fear instantly wrapped around him. He didn't want to be trapped in the sword. Though it would have his soul, it would wipe his mind clean so all of his memories, everything that made him him would vanish. He'd be nothing but a tool. He didn't want that. Gale must not have realize.
"G-Gale," he called.
Gale shivered when he heard his lover call to him. They couldn't mess this up. If Mateu broke formation now, it would all be lost; everything. Neither of them would have the magic ability to do this again and all of the scriptures had already been absorbed. There was no second chance. He had hoped that Mateu wouldn't realize what the spell was saying, but Mateu had always been too sharp for his own good. Gael rushed forward then and grabbed the sword by the hilt and completed the spell. He thrust the sword deep into Mateu's chest. With the force and the speed of the attack, the two of them stumbled backward, Mateu shoved against the wall with the sword embedded up to the hilt.
Mateu gurgled, blood seeping from his mouth, the pain blossoming where Gale had struck him and where the sword was anchored in his breast. Tears slid past his gaze as he slumped against the wall. He was fading fast. He didn't want this to happen. He looked into Gale's face as he coughed, more blood sliding down his face and chest. Gale to had tears in his eyes and used one bloody hand to caress his cheek and kissed Mateu one last time. "I am sorry...I love you," he said against him.
Mateu had little time to listen to that. His vision was blurring and he could feel the sword drawing him in, the blue aura now red with the first taste of blood. Mateu's eyes fluttered as he managed to murmur a small counter spell that would allow himself to keep his memories and his consciousness. As soon as the last of the four words escaped his mouth, his heart finally caved from the strain and Mateu's head fell forward. He slumped against the wall and his lover as the sword absorbed the soul that Mateu had not given willingly. The sword thrummed, brightening as it began to change. It instantly burned Gale's hand and the man had to let go and stumble back, covering his eyes least the light sear them.
Like the books earlier, Mateu's body seemed to fall to ash only to leave the sword embedded in the wood of the house. The sword righted itself, blood leaking down as it cleaned itself. While most of the blood was taken care of, a single line down its center remained. The once clear blade shifted, covering itself in a thick black lacquer that shone in the light like a gleaming eye. The hilt of the sword twisted to form the silver scales of dragon. The handles extended outwards until silver as curling wings formed in such a fashion as to protect the hand that gripped the sword. In the center, where the hilt met the blade, a large sapphire craft like a dragon's slit eye peered over everything in front of it. At the end of the hilt were threads of red silt; a sparkling bead hanging from it to serve as a distraction in battle.
When the light faded, the sword lowered till its point rested on the ground and it stood straight as a board. Gale hesitated a moment before he looked over at the creation and gasped at the sight of it. It was truly magnificent. He was a bit surprised that it was black, but it certainly was different. Gale reached out to grip the hilt and the sapphire eye immediately flashed. The silver burned like fresh coals and the earth around the sword began to quake, magic lashing out at the wizard. Gale cried out in surprise and stumbled and away as things began to break in his house. The magic whips left lacerations all over the floor and walls in its anger.
"You can't touch me! How dare you? How dare you touch me after what you did?!" the sword seemed to screech.
Gale's eyes widened in shock. That sounded... that sounded like Mateu! "Mateu?" he called rather confused.
"Of course it is me! How dare you! How could you do this to me? I loved you! I loved you and trusted me and you didn't care! You were going to trap my soul in here! You wanted me to be nothing but a mindless sword!"
"No! No! This is wrong! You were supposed to be free! You weren't supposed to go into the sword!"
"Liar! You liar! That was exactly what the spell was doing! It needed a soul sacrificed so it could harness the soul! A willing sacrifice! It is only because of the last four words I said that saved me from losing everything that I am! I trusted you!"
Tears filled Gale's eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. Mateu was supposed to be free... not trapped within the sword. "Mateu... I am so sorry. I did not realize that was what was happening.."
"It doesn't matter! You did this to me! You killed me! Regardless of whether or not you realized, you murdered me! You stabbed me!" The magic expanded outward, sending a gust of wind. Gale winced and had to cover his face as debri was thrown at him. He needed to get out or Mateu would surely kill him. He struggled a moment and rushed out of the house, toppling over himself. Light erupted inside the house and within seconds, the house seem to implode; wood scattering everywhere and causing a few passerby to scream in surprise. Gale sighed as he saw the boards of his house collapse around the sword. His house was gone; everything he owned destroyed. Gale rubbed his face and pulled his cloak off his back. He needed to get the sword to the king quickly. Hopefully the King's good heart would quell Mateu's anger. He rushed forward and wrapped the cloak around the sword so he could actually pick it up and rushed through the streets with it until he made it to the palace.
"Master Fairen!" One of the guards called with a smile and a wave. "Come to visit with the king again? Where is your apprentice?"
Gale paused and looked over at the guard. "I need to get to the king immediately. It is urgent! I have brought him the sword."
The guard's eyes widened. "I can't believe it.. you actually made it?" The guard had thought it only talk. "Come with me." The guard then escorted the mage to the council room where the king was laboring over his map trying to find a new strategy. The King of Valein looked up quizzically when the doors were thrown open and the guard and Gale bowed low.
"Rise," he called with a wave of his hand. "What is it?"
Gale moved forward to lay the sword gently on the table. The king glanced at the covered sword and up at the winded and battered wizard.
"That, my liege, is the sword I crafted with.. with Mateu's sacrifice. It is done. It is done." he answered and swallowed hard. Oh he hoped it worked. He didn't want Mateu's sacrifice to go to waste.
The king gave a nod to Gale and pushed the cloth away to reveal the sword. "It is beautiful," he king mused and reach for the hilt. As soon as he touched it, it once again brightened and burned the hand that touched it.
"No! You cannot touch me!" Mateu snarled gain, magic once more lashing out at everyone around it.
Gale gasped and backed away from the angry sword. The king hissed when the magic latched onto his arms and legs and burned away the clothing there to get at his skin. The guard was quick to rush forward and cover the sword again and shoved it aside. The magic faded and the king looked down at himself and the sword. "What just happened?" he asked Gale pointedly.
Gale sighed, dropping to his knees. "It failed..." he whispered softly. "I failed you.. I failed Mateu... The spell... I made a mistake. Mateu went into the sword. He's angry. He... the anger tainted the spell."
The king frowned and looked at the sword that looked like nothing more than an ornate decoration now. "Does it still have all that power you were talking about? Who would be able to wield it?"
"I don't know.. It has all the magic and everything but I don't know who would be able to wield it. I was hoping that if someone other than me touched the sword, Mateu would calm and the purpose of the sword would be saved but I was wrong. The sword is amplifying Mateu's anger and pain. I can only assume that someone with a similar emotions will be able to wield the sword and no one else."
"Then the sword is useless for us right now. Gale... this sword... Roune can't get this sword. It needs to be destroyed. I am sorry."
"I can't..." he said then and covered his face. "The sword has all of my magic and I...I don't know how to destroy it. Any magic it comes into contact with... the sword will just absorb it. The fire will not destroy it. There is no way I know of to destroy it." And the thought that his lover had died for this... died for a sword that would not save their kingdom like their planned... it made him ache. Mateu's life had been taken for no reason. And it was all his fault.
"Then you need to take this sword and hide it. It cannot fall to Roune and if we cannot use it and it will hurt whoever touches it, it cannot stay here."
"I know..." he answered and looked at the sword again. "I know."
"Gale, I am going to have to send you away to hide this sword and make sure no one gets to it."
"Yeah. I'll go. I am sorry. I am so sorry I failed you.." the wizard said then, tears escaping his eyes.
The king walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder. "All we can do in this world, is try, Gale. I am sorry your apprentice died for this. It is a great loss. My hear bleeds for you."
The man had no idea. Gale sighed and wrapped the sword in the cloth again and hugged it close. "I will take my leave now, Your Grace. I will make sure no one finds the sword." Gale got to his feet and hurried away from the castle and the city with the vengeful sword clutched close to his breast.
Maetu entered the home he had shared with Gale and beamed at the older wizard as he finished piling all of the books beside the rather ordinary looking sword. It was just a thin blade and a handle. IT really wasn't much to look at but according to the spell lore, the sword would change and take on the appearance that mirrored the intention of the spell. He wondered what it was going to look like when this was all done.
The young man hurried over to Gale and hugged him tightly from behind. "I am really excited," he smiled to him and kissed his shoulder.
Gale chuckled and moved to turn in his lover's arms. He caressed the younger man's cheek and lifted his chin to kiss him deeply. These were going to be their last moments together and he wanted to show Mateu he did love him before he finally set his soul free. Really, his lover was sacrificing so much but in the end, he would be a hero. His name would be sung in epic tales and his soul would be free. This was for the good of their kingdom. Mateu would understand. He always understood. He really was so innocent and good. Gale wished he could take the youth to bed with him one last time but they both needed their strength and stamina for this spell.
He pulled away from Mateu and pushed his lush hair away from his face. "Okay Mateu. Go get into position. We'll begin the spell now."
"Okay." Mateu let go of his lover and hurried to his position in the scripture they had created on the ground for this very purpose. Gale himself took his own position in his circle behind the sword. The weapon was exactly in the middle of the room and the circle with all of the magical items and books lines around it. The sword would first draw from them before the two wizards in the room.
The two took deep breaths before in unison, they began to recant the spell that would birth the sword that would save them all. Blue light enveloped the simple blade and it slowly rose into the air till its pointed was angled downward. The blue light extended outwards towards the lore and like a flame quickly engulfed it and absorbed the knowledge there. Once material was devoured, the physical husk burned to ash. It was working. It was really working!
The sword then turned its attention to the two biggest sources of magic in the room; Mateu and Gale. The blue light reached for them and slid into their vein and greedily drank of their power. Mateu shuddered as the tendrils seemed to claw and hook into his body as it anchored itself. The more magic it drained, the more he felt his strength fading. He swayed momentarily in his circle but he did not stop chanting the spell. He glanced at his lover a moment who was doing the same before he brought his attention back to the ravenous blade.
Then Mateu frowned. The sword was tugging at him. Why was it tugging him? The verses he was saying... he only barely noticed that the incantation he was saying and the one that his lover was speaking had a variation in it. His own spoke of giving up his soul to the blade. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. The sword... the sword needed a soul. It was going to take his soul as the anchor to learn the magic and to connect with one of noble heart, it needed to have a noble heart. Fear instantly wrapped around him. He didn't want to be trapped in the sword. Though it would have his soul, it would wipe his mind clean so all of his memories, everything that made him him would vanish. He'd be nothing but a tool. He didn't want that. Gale must not have realize.
"G-Gale," he called.
Gale shivered when he heard his lover call to him. They couldn't mess this up. If Mateu broke formation now, it would all be lost; everything. Neither of them would have the magic ability to do this again and all of the scriptures had already been absorbed. There was no second chance. He had hoped that Mateu wouldn't realize what the spell was saying, but Mateu had always been too sharp for his own good. Gael rushed forward then and grabbed the sword by the hilt and completed the spell. He thrust the sword deep into Mateu's chest. With the force and the speed of the attack, the two of them stumbled backward, Mateu shoved against the wall with the sword embedded up to the hilt.
Mateu gurgled, blood seeping from his mouth, the pain blossoming where Gale had struck him and where the sword was anchored in his breast. Tears slid past his gaze as he slumped against the wall. He was fading fast. He didn't want this to happen. He looked into Gale's face as he coughed, more blood sliding down his face and chest. Gale to had tears in his eyes and used one bloody hand to caress his cheek and kissed Mateu one last time. "I am sorry...I love you," he said against him.
Mateu had little time to listen to that. His vision was blurring and he could feel the sword drawing him in, the blue aura now red with the first taste of blood. Mateu's eyes fluttered as he managed to murmur a small counter spell that would allow himself to keep his memories and his consciousness. As soon as the last of the four words escaped his mouth, his heart finally caved from the strain and Mateu's head fell forward. He slumped against the wall and his lover as the sword absorbed the soul that Mateu had not given willingly. The sword thrummed, brightening as it began to change. It instantly burned Gale's hand and the man had to let go and stumble back, covering his eyes least the light sear them.
Like the books earlier, Mateu's body seemed to fall to ash only to leave the sword embedded in the wood of the house. The sword righted itself, blood leaking down as it cleaned itself. While most of the blood was taken care of, a single line down its center remained. The once clear blade shifted, covering itself in a thick black lacquer that shone in the light like a gleaming eye. The hilt of the sword twisted to form the silver scales of dragon. The handles extended outwards until silver as curling wings formed in such a fashion as to protect the hand that gripped the sword. In the center, where the hilt met the blade, a large sapphire craft like a dragon's slit eye peered over everything in front of it. At the end of the hilt were threads of red silt; a sparkling bead hanging from it to serve as a distraction in battle.
When the light faded, the sword lowered till its point rested on the ground and it stood straight as a board. Gale hesitated a moment before he looked over at the creation and gasped at the sight of it. It was truly magnificent. He was a bit surprised that it was black, but it certainly was different. Gale reached out to grip the hilt and the sapphire eye immediately flashed. The silver burned like fresh coals and the earth around the sword began to quake, magic lashing out at the wizard. Gale cried out in surprise and stumbled and away as things began to break in his house. The magic whips left lacerations all over the floor and walls in its anger.
"You can't touch me! How dare you? How dare you touch me after what you did?!" the sword seemed to screech.
Gale's eyes widened in shock. That sounded... that sounded like Mateu! "Mateu?" he called rather confused.
"Of course it is me! How dare you! How could you do this to me? I loved you! I loved you and trusted me and you didn't care! You were going to trap my soul in here! You wanted me to be nothing but a mindless sword!"
"No! No! This is wrong! You were supposed to be free! You weren't supposed to go into the sword!"
"Liar! You liar! That was exactly what the spell was doing! It needed a soul sacrificed so it could harness the soul! A willing sacrifice! It is only because of the last four words I said that saved me from losing everything that I am! I trusted you!"
Tears filled Gale's eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. Mateu was supposed to be free... not trapped within the sword. "Mateu... I am so sorry. I did not realize that was what was happening.."
"It doesn't matter! You did this to me! You killed me! Regardless of whether or not you realized, you murdered me! You stabbed me!" The magic expanded outward, sending a gust of wind. Gale winced and had to cover his face as debri was thrown at him. He needed to get out or Mateu would surely kill him. He struggled a moment and rushed out of the house, toppling over himself. Light erupted inside the house and within seconds, the house seem to implode; wood scattering everywhere and causing a few passerby to scream in surprise. Gale sighed as he saw the boards of his house collapse around the sword. His house was gone; everything he owned destroyed. Gale rubbed his face and pulled his cloak off his back. He needed to get the sword to the king quickly. Hopefully the King's good heart would quell Mateu's anger. He rushed forward and wrapped the cloak around the sword so he could actually pick it up and rushed through the streets with it until he made it to the palace.
"Master Fairen!" One of the guards called with a smile and a wave. "Come to visit with the king again? Where is your apprentice?"
Gale paused and looked over at the guard. "I need to get to the king immediately. It is urgent! I have brought him the sword."
The guard's eyes widened. "I can't believe it.. you actually made it?" The guard had thought it only talk. "Come with me." The guard then escorted the mage to the council room where the king was laboring over his map trying to find a new strategy. The King of Valein looked up quizzically when the doors were thrown open and the guard and Gale bowed low.
"Rise," he called with a wave of his hand. "What is it?"
Gale moved forward to lay the sword gently on the table. The king glanced at the covered sword and up at the winded and battered wizard.
"That, my liege, is the sword I crafted with.. with Mateu's sacrifice. It is done. It is done." he answered and swallowed hard. Oh he hoped it worked. He didn't want Mateu's sacrifice to go to waste.
The king gave a nod to Gale and pushed the cloth away to reveal the sword. "It is beautiful," he king mused and reach for the hilt. As soon as he touched it, it once again brightened and burned the hand that touched it.
"No! You cannot touch me!" Mateu snarled gain, magic once more lashing out at everyone around it.
Gale gasped and backed away from the angry sword. The king hissed when the magic latched onto his arms and legs and burned away the clothing there to get at his skin. The guard was quick to rush forward and cover the sword again and shoved it aside. The magic faded and the king looked down at himself and the sword. "What just happened?" he asked Gale pointedly.
Gale sighed, dropping to his knees. "It failed..." he whispered softly. "I failed you.. I failed Mateu... The spell... I made a mistake. Mateu went into the sword. He's angry. He... the anger tainted the spell."
The king frowned and looked at the sword that looked like nothing more than an ornate decoration now. "Does it still have all that power you were talking about? Who would be able to wield it?"
"I don't know.. It has all the magic and everything but I don't know who would be able to wield it. I was hoping that if someone other than me touched the sword, Mateu would calm and the purpose of the sword would be saved but I was wrong. The sword is amplifying Mateu's anger and pain. I can only assume that someone with a similar emotions will be able to wield the sword and no one else."
"Then the sword is useless for us right now. Gale... this sword... Roune can't get this sword. It needs to be destroyed. I am sorry."
"I can't..." he said then and covered his face. "The sword has all of my magic and I...I don't know how to destroy it. Any magic it comes into contact with... the sword will just absorb it. The fire will not destroy it. There is no way I know of to destroy it." And the thought that his lover had died for this... died for a sword that would not save their kingdom like their planned... it made him ache. Mateu's life had been taken for no reason. And it was all his fault.
"Then you need to take this sword and hide it. It cannot fall to Roune and if we cannot use it and it will hurt whoever touches it, it cannot stay here."
"I know..." he answered and looked at the sword again. "I know."
"Gale, I am going to have to send you away to hide this sword and make sure no one gets to it."
"Yeah. I'll go. I am sorry. I am so sorry I failed you.." the wizard said then, tears escaping his eyes.
The king walked over to him and squeezed his shoulder. "All we can do in this world, is try, Gale. I am sorry your apprentice died for this. It is a great loss. My hear bleeds for you."
The man had no idea. Gale sighed and wrapped the sword in the cloth again and hugged it close. "I will take my leave now, Your Grace. I will make sure no one finds the sword." Gale got to his feet and hurried away from the castle and the city with the vengeful sword clutched close to his breast.
