Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the Children of the Myth Machine series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
A Giant’s Sword
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As Lara, as he prefers to call her, and Jedreck arrive, he finds himself draining his skin of water. Lara’s eyes widen with surprise when she sees him.
As she passes him the bag with the quartz soul stone she leans her mouth towards his ear. “You glow of faie,” she says.
“I know your mother,” he says gruffly. He is finding it hard not to be angry that she is not his child. “Let’s get this done. I ache for water.”
He sees her gulp.
Haashir and Jedreck hit the bells with a steady rhythm as he heats the handle before sliding it over the tang. Gently, he manipulates the quartz onto the end. It will become the sword’s pommel.
As he manipulates the quartz stone into place, he sees her poor a viscous red liquid into the fuller. This time he can smell the sweet scent of blood iron. Next, she blows in front of a tiny bag as she lets the mouth open. Just like last time. But this time he can feel the soul entering the fuller. A willing soul.
Before he didn’t really think much of what this Lady Hekpomahcep was doing. But now that he realizes it, it shakes him the core. He remembers the bodies in the river, especially the female one, that didn’t decay like the others. He looks up into her face. A terrified expression stares back at him. This was not what she meant to do with her secret books of enchantments.
“It’s done,” she whispers.
He waits a moment before sliding his hands under the blade of the sword. It must be two heads taller than he is. There’s a weight to it but it’s lighter than he expects. “Whose is it?” he asks.
An old giant, taller than the rest of those present, steps forward. “I am Novak,” the senior giant says with a tired but still robust voice. “Oldest of our father’s living children. I now lead the giants and the dwarves.”
The Sword Maker lifts the sword higher than his own head and proffers it to Novak. In turn Novak reaches down and takes the sword.
“Try the sword?” Lara asks in a wispy tone.
Novak grabs the handle of the sword and swings it easily with one hand. He stares at it a moment before saying with awe, “It’s perfect.”
“Come with me and I will tell you it’s secrets,” Lara says.
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