The black haired guard clears her throat as she speaks, her body glowing from the firelight, "A young man walked into a temple, covered in rags and dirt with a look of anger on his face. A legendary smith lived in this temple and saw the young man on his doorstep, causing him to approach with a smile as he asked if he needed anything. The man, having his chance to speak to this legendary smith, asked for a sword, a sword that could kill the gods and harness their power."
Lana nods as she listens carefully, seemingly enthralled by the story. The brunette guard listens somewhat as she looks around them, as if trying to peer into the forest.
"The smith listened to his request before asking, "And what do you have to give for this blade? Making one is of no small task and why must you need such destructive power?" The man replies that his village had been burned down by a powerful cult, one that killed his friends and family, leaving him to be the only survivor. He has nothing to pay for it, except his services."
The brunette begins to listen more, her leg bouncing as she glances around every once in a while. She was trying to act calm and inconspicuous, but she is beginning to lose her cool. Lana listens silently, imagining a poor dragonborn with green scales at an old man's feet. The black haired guard clears her throat as she speaks, continuing the story.
"The old smith silently thought for a few seconds before shaking his head, "I will not forge you this blade then not for free." The young man was about to be shooed off of the property by a disciple of the old man, seen as trash and a waste of time. But the master stopped his hasty disciple and offered something else instead, "However, my training is free and I offer to teach you my ways. After you master my teachings, you will be able to create this sword yourself." The young man agreed and the wise smith took the man in, despite the shouts of refusal from the other disciples."
Lana smiles, touched. "He seems like such a kind old man, offering his teachings to this young wanderer."
The brunette nods, and responds quickly, seemingly beginning to lose control of her nerves. "But it seems to good to be true."
The black haired guard waits silently before continuing, "The man began following his new master's teachings, his anger and taste for vengeance fueling his will to learn. But as time passed his anger began to dissipate, and began to become a passion, forging blades. Eventually, a young woman asked the man out and go which he said yes."
Lana smiles as she yawns, sleeping grabbing at her eyelids. The brunette guard notices this and tells her, "Sleep if your tired, we will have to swap shifts at some point and having a tired watch is useless."
Lana frowns, "But I want to hear the rest of the story." The black haired quickly begins speaking, trying to wrap up the story as fast as she can so the princess can sleep.
"The wise master walked up to him one day years later, asking his disciple, "I have taught you everything I know, do you still plan on taking vengeance?" The man, shook his head, "I have everything I need here...but I still feel obligated to create a weapon, one that can be used for only good intentions." The wise man smiled and nodded, having fulfilled his secret goal at quelling this young man's anger. The young man began his project and forged his blade after many years, a special holder enchanted with it. This enchantment was created to answer his request, releasing this blade to a person who only has good intentions. This is how the Sword of Destiny was created, which now rests in the king's garden, waiting for a new hero to emerge."
The black haired guard lets out a breath, finally finished with her tale. Lana smiles tiredly, yawning as she rests her head, "That story is very interesting...maybe that is how the sword was created....I don't know. Anyway, I'm going to sleep, goodnight."
The brunette and black haired guard nod silently as Lana rests her head, falling asleep beside her sister. The guards keep a watchful eye as they do small talk, meanwhile, me and Sky are discussing this new piece of information.
'I want that blade, it could help me increase my knowledge on forging by leaps and bounds and I mean older forging. I want to see how a legendary older smith's blade smithing would effect the blade compared to other's. Do you even think it is real?' I ask Sky, using 'Parasitic Telepathy' to talk with her.
'It most likely is, that Princess...Lana I think it was, confirmed it. But why can't you just learn how to forge from a smith?'
I shake my head, 'I know how regular smiths do their work after being here for so long, but I want to see how this legend's technique is different to other smith's techniques. This could help me create better gear and perhaps make my goals easier to achieve.' I respond, my imagination running wild as I paint hundreds of pictures in my mind, all sorts of swords flashing by.
I sigh as I see Lana fall asleep, 'Guess it's time to activate the next step of my plan.' I reequip the mask as I deactivate 'Parasitic Telepathy', hearing a, "Good Luck!" from Sky. I release a small amount of pressure using my mana, causing a small bit of fatigue to cover my mind. Both of the guards necks snap in my direction as I stand up, calmly walking out. The bushes rustle with life as I step out, my white suit illuminated by the little firelight reaching me.
They stare at me cautiously but full of fear, knowing the potential strength I have. The brunette gets straight to the point, not hesitating to ask what's on her mind.
"Who are you and why are you here?"
I walk till I am a few meters in front of them and silently point at Soca, causing a slight bit of confusion in both of the guards. Yet neither let their front down. 'I plan on staying silent for as long as possible, creating a silent assassin atmosphere around me. I want to stay as mysterious as possible because I wouldn't want to accidentally say something if I ever did have a tongue slip.'
The brunette asks, her hand behind her back as she resists to wince from her wounds, "You're after her?"
I slowly shake my head as I sit down in front of them, calmly drawing a shield in the dirt. The black haired guard suspiciously asks, "Why would you protect her?"
I stay silent as I point at Soca's face, outlining its shape. The brunette looks at me suspiciously, stumped by what I am depicting, luckily the black haired guard seems to know what I am "talking about."
"You like her?" She asks with a slight bit of shock in her voice, causing the brunette to look at me wide eyed. I don't do anything more as I cross my legs, leaving them to their own shocked imagination.