Swords with Souls: Relics (The Sword Maker) B77

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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When he steps onto the shore of his home the dark tinge of twilight has already covered the landscape.  Sitting on the log he often eats at is the lithe and always immaculately dressed Haashir. Beside him is a long-necked clay jug.  The giant Jedreck is nowhere to be seen.

“Let me get dressed before we talk, about whatever you have on your mind,” he says gruffly. He steps inside his home and pulls on dark brown cotton pants and a shirt. “Come in before the bugs get at you,” he calls.

Haashir steps in.

He finds it strange that the dark eyed man doesn’t glance around, as if he’s already familiar with the surroundings. “Have a seat at the table. Do you want any salted fish? I see you brought your own drink.”

“I thought we could share it,” Haashir says in a very deep voice for such a tiny man.

“I’m parched so I might drink more than my share,” he says with a grin.  He grabs two clay mugs and places them on the table. Sitting down he proffers his cup.

As Haashir fills it, he asks, “What are we sharing about?”

“I’d like you to create another sword,” Haashir says as he puts a small amount in his own mug.

The Sword Maker sniffs the brew. It smells of alcohol and blackberries. “Wine or spirits?” he asks.

“Somewhere in-between,” Haashir replies as he lifts his mug up to toast.

The Sword Maker takes a sip and then guzzles down the rest. “This must have cost you dearly,” he says holding his mug out for more. “Nice and smooth with a milky taste and no pulp or pits.”

Haashir places the stopper back on. “It’s based on a recipe Sir Ganbold taught me. His original land is famous for fermented vodka. I added blackberries and some other ingredients.”

“It’s delicious,” he says gulping the second cup down.

“How long were you in the water?” Haashir asks him.

 He shakes his head to clear the weariness from the long swim.  “Night to morning to twilight,” he mumbles. “I’m afraid we’ll have to take this conversation up later, I’m feeling–.”

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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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