"We are almost there Terra." I was riding in the night sky on my Pegasus Terra. The air was a calming temperature, just how I like it. Terra's white as heaven manes fluttered gracefully. I patted her pure white neck. I knew Terra from the day she was born.
I was very white as well and not only my skin. My hair was just as white as Terra's hair. We probably looked like angels. I was an elf born in Caelium the Continent of Light. I had six brothers and a father. My father was Elyon The Great Mage of Light. I was motherless, Elyon told me that we were born in the holy lake. I still do not know how that works.
"This must be it." The place had no name. It was an undiscovered house in Vloricus. I landed Terra and told her, "stay here girl."
I walked to the house. It looked like a house that was build so bad that every other house in the neighborhood just left.
There were two knights standing in the opening, both were fire knights. "So the angel finally arrived!" The knight with the beard said loud, but in a friendly way. He almost sound like a dwarf, but they were not allowed in this part of Vloricus. 𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵.
"The prince on the white horse! How are you Azrael?" The second knight had a stubble beard. They both looked like each other, but the one with the beard was younger.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯? "Do not overestimate me. I may be a prince, but you are telling it as if I am the best around."
"Come on! We heard all about your investigations and all those people you hunted down. You are one of the best knights," the younger knight said. They really admired me.
"I am a detective, but do not overestimate me. I am just the best detective in Polyhymnia," I joked, but it was true. It is not that I am so prideful about it, but it were just common facts. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭.
"Bwahaha! I am glad to have you here young sir," The older knight said.
"Younger you say? Do not tell me you are over ninety-five?"
"You are still a kiddo." It was true what the older knight said. Elves can live up to 750 years. They reach there adulthood at the age of hundred, so I was still young.
"Let's show him around father," the younger knight said. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!
"Of course," his father replied. "Please come in."
I followed the knights inside. It was a scary looking house. It was a a very tight house where no more than two people should live. I looked above me and saw a spiderweb in a corner.
The knight leaded me too the kitchen. "This is where we found the body," the older knight said pointing at a pool of dry blood.
"Can you tell me the scene in full details please?" I was very calm and patient. It would be easier, if they left the body on it's place. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
"We found the body with his head chopped off. There was a sword with blood on it laying over there. The door was left open and nobody else was in the house." The older knight tried to explain it as clear as possible.
I drew everything in my mind. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. "What was the name of the victim?" I asked.
"His name was Robert Miller. He did his groceries in Lori Village. He has no family in our register," the younger knight replied.
"Where is the sword now?" 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
"We asked the nearest village, if someone recognized the sword. Nobody came to pick it up, so it will be gifted to prince Lucas on his birthday next tuesday." 𝘎𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
"Was the sword expensive?" I asked.
"It is was lost treasure. The old sword from the kingdom's best knight Brock Toruka. King Grandon himself granted him Brock his sword. He was magicless, but his sword art was outstanding. He volunteered himself for entering Marklov and get out of there alive. Unfortunately he never came back. Somehow his sword layed her in this unknown house. We thought that he may faked his death and lived here." The older knight knew a lot. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤.
"Are you sure the victim was not Brock himself?" I asked.
"One hundred percent," the younger knight said.
"May I look around the house?" 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴.
"Of course sit, that is where you are here for." The older knight gave me permission to search the house.
First I looked in the fridge. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦. "Was he popular in Lori Village?"
"We do not know for sure, but nobody reported him for missing," the older knight answered.
There was a room with a lot of books in it. Books about monsters, places, languages, history and a lot more. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. "You said that Brock was magicless?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" the older knight said.
"There is a large collection of books, but not a single magic book," I explained.
"Do you think Brock lived here?" the younger knight asked.
"Perhaps..."
I went upstairs. There were only two rooms here. The first room looked like the bedroom. It was a normal bed room and nothing special was buried here. However there was one thing that stood out. "This must be the place where the sword was kept." It was an empty cage with the size of a sword. On the ground laid a lock and a stone. "The lock looks smashed open. The killer must have used this rock to break the lock."
"We noticed the lock, but we did not know it was broken," the younger knight said.
"It is alright. That is where I am here for." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. "Did you checked the body for any stuff?"
"Nothing, but clothing sir," the older knight replied.
"Light!" I filled the room with light magic to increase the brightness.
"Woah," both knights said out of suprise.
"I can feel a lot of light shining through that wood plank." I pointed at the floor.
The younger knight checked the wooden plank and he lifted it with ease. "It opens!" He picked a key and a expensive watch from out of the gap.
"That watch... It belonged to Brock," the older knight said out of suprise.
Watches were very rare in Polyhymnia. Only the dwarves knew about this technology.
"The killer was not Brock. He was the victim." That was my conclusion about the victim.
"But how? His face was... different," the older knight said. He sounded confused.
"The killer would not have used a rock, if he knew where the key was. If it was Brock he would never left his treasured sword behind. The watch and library confirms that the victim Brock was."
"That does not explain his face, right?" the younger knight asked.
"I think your guess could be right. He faked his death. He did some surgery in Aloria to change his face and lived in a house away from everyone. He changed his name into Robert Miller and everybody thought he died. Marklov is suicide, everyone knows that and so did he." 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴.
"You were right... You are the best detective of Polyhymnia," the older knight said while blinking both eyes out of suprise.
"I am not done yet. It is not my job to identify the victim. It is my job to find the killer." I looked at the two knights. "And that is exactly what I am gonna do."
TO BE CONTINUED...