Clay dreamed, and in that dream he heard the same voice over and over again. An estranged and raspy female voice talking about the "power of kings" over and over. And in his dream, a shining white sword hovered in front of him. He reached out for it. And took it in his grasp.
And then a cloaked woman appeared in front of him. Covered head to toe. Nothing about her appearance visible.
"If thy wishes to grasp the echo of the first king…then so be it. But be warned, the destiny of a king is destined death."
"What…?"
He responded groggily, he couldn't exactly analyze what was going on. As it just felt like a normal, weird dream. What exactly was this power of kings? And it felt like some bullshit.
He woke up sweating bricks. Grasping a white crystalline sword in his hand. He was extremely confused.
"What the hell? Why is….why is this thing in my hands? I was just dreaming, right? What the hell."
He examined the sword. The sword was purely white with a gold hilt and golden markings that he couldn't read. He had no idea what it was or what it was made of. But he could tell it was powerful.
"Well…this thing definitely wasn't here before. I mean, a swords a sword. So, I'll take it I guess…"
He sighed and grabbed his sheath, replacing the iron sword in it with that sword. They were of very similar sizes. He stared at the sword for a little longer before he strapped the sheathed sword to his side and put on his uniform. It was early in the morning. He walked outside his dorm and outside. He was making his way into the training building, a large building with all different types of training equipment. When he got inside there was only one person in there. And he recognized the crimson red flowing hair.
It was Nora, he wasn't exactly excited about meeting her again. She didn't have many positive things to say to him last time.
He tried to sneak to another training dummy but before he could even notice a flaming arrow flew past him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to train."
She stared deadpan into his eyes before lowering her guard.
"Good, I thought there was an actual threat…"
Even though it wasn't an insult, he couldn't help but feel insulted. Like he was being made fun of for being weaker.
"Actually…now that you're here, duel with me."
"…what?"
He turned around at her demand and looked at her once again.
"You heard me. Duel me. I know everyone's magic here. But I don't know yours. I want to know your power."
"…alright then."
He followed her into the sparring arena. He already knew some things about her. She used daggers and a bow and arrow. And she specialized in flame magic. Which was a bit scary.