" The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable" – Anonymous
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A spark of hope ignited within Elsa gaze, and she smiled, radiating a newfound sense of purpose. "Excellent. We must leave immediately. There is much to learn, and time is not on our side."
Gravill hesitated, a look of surprise on his face. "I don't think so," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Why?" Elsa asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
"I can't just leave without my parents knowing," Gravill explained. "They'll be worried." Nicholas nodded in agreement, but Elsa's expression turned stern.
"Your parents?" she repeated, her voice firm. "Seriously, Gravill, that man is not your real father." Gravill's eyes narrowed, feeling a surge of defensiveness. "Even if that's true, what business is it of yours?" he shot back.
Elsa snorted, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, come on, Gravill! Don't be a scared cat. Man up!" Gravill's face reddened, his anger rising. "You...you have no right to say that!"
Nicholas intervened, his voice calm but firm. "Enough, Elsa. Gravill, listen to me. You are in grave danger, and we must leave now. Your parents...your mother, at least...knows more than she's letting on."
Elsa added, her expression serious, "Yes, Gravill, Nicholas here have been sent to protect you, as have others. Your mother is aware of the Half-Blood Prophecy, and she knows Cadmus is involved."
" How did you know about it? " Nicholas questioned
Gravill's mind reeled, his world turned upside down. "What? You've been lying to me, Nicholas! You knew about the prophecy and Cadmus all along!"
Elsa placed a hand on Gravill's shoulder, her eyes locked on his. "We must leave now. But first, let's equip ourselves with weapons. This journey is treacherous, and we can't afford to be unprepared."
With that, she led them to a hidden armory, filled with ancient artifacts and mysterious devices. Gravill's eyes widened as he grasped the weight of their quest. Little did he know, their journey was only just beginning, and the fate of their world hung in the balance.
As they entered the armory, Gravill's eyes widened in awe. Rows of ancient artifacts and mysterious devices lined the walls, each one radiating an otherworldly energy. Elsa led them deeper into the room, her eyes scanning the shelves with a practiced gaze.
"Choose your weapons wisely," she said, her voice low and urgent. "We don't know what dangers lie ahead."
Gravill's hand hovered over a sleek silver sword, its blade etched with intricate runes. But then, he felt a sudden jolt, like a whispered call in his mind.
"Wait," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think I heard something."
Elsa's gaze snapped to his, her eyes narrowing. "What did you hear?"
Gravill's eyes scanned the room, his heart pounding in his chest. "A voice...calling out to me. It sounds like...a sword?"
Nicholas's eyebrows shot up. "A sword? That's a bit more expected than a hammer."
Elsa's expression turned thoughtful. "Follow the call, Gravill. See where it leads you."
Gravill's feet moved of their own accord, drawn to a corner of the room where a single sword lay on a pedestal. Its blade shone with a soft, ethereal light, and its hilt seemed to hum with energy.
As he reached out to touch it, the voice in his mind grew louder, more insistent. "This is it," he breathed. "This is the one."
The sword's blade seemed to shimmer, its light intensifying as Gravill's hand closed around the hilt. He felt a surge of power course through him, like the sword was awakening a part of him that had long been dormant.
Elsa nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Then it seems you've found your weapon, Gravill. May it serve you well on our journey."