Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B76

A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story

(Adult Content)

BARD: Bearer of the Gemstone

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

A Viral Imperium Book one of the Plagueborn series

Relics

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The creatures with the glowing eyes or bodies are keeping ahead of him again as he swims near the bottom of the river. Whatever his lover did it’s made his lungs much stronger. The ancient ruin flies by as he swims with the undercurrent of the river. But he extends his hands to slow down when a curious glimmer appears ahead. Between balls of Marimo moss is a quarter eared woman, fully intact. Much like his lover her skin is a pinkish-green. She’s wearing the shells of the very rare pearl mussels over each breast and her navel. The glimmer he saw though, is coming from the band of silver around her head.  In the centre of the band is a Cornish green Serpentine stone. Her face appears so alive he fights the pull of the undercurrent to see if her eyelids with their dark eyelashes will open.  But the determined face stays unchanged.

Swimming rapidly again with the undercurrent he suddenly feels ill. Within the walls of another ruined building there is an average sized human skull encircled by a band of silver.  Equally spaced around the band are four smoky-clear cairngorm quartz stones. A silver chain bolted to the back of the band disappears beneath the silt of the river’s bedding. On the remaining wrist is a wide banded silver circlet with alternating stones of amber, Black Tourmaline, and obsidian. Chained nearby is the rest of the torso but missing the legs and the right hand.  A gold ring on the index finger of the lefthand glimmers with a green hue. He starts to reach for it until he realizes the stone is Moldavite.

As the sickening feeling grows, he hurries to the surface and gasps in air. But the air he inhales is foul and full of sickness. The horizon is now a dark red with blue clouds. Squinting away the water dripping from his hair he sees the dark outline of the Buttigieg Gardenery. The fire damaged tower seems to look back at him. Daring him to swim through the stagnant water that now washes back and forth from the wind. Was this what his lover wanted him to see and smell?

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I was a poet first, but became a fantasy fiction writer in high school after reading The Hobbit, The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe, and The Sword of Shannara. After completing my dual major in Anthropology and History at WLU and reading The Forever War, I Robot, and numerous Star Wars books, I also started writing science fiction.

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