A few days of bed rest later, Dharen was finally out of the hospital. He did not know what they had done to his back, to ensure that it healed so quickly and properly, but they had managed to do it fully. If he did not look he would not even know he had been wounded.
All that was left there now was just one long scar, one of the many reminders of his actions. As for the rest of the academy? It had gone into high alert. The funeral for the dead students had already passed, and every single one was now always armed. Alongside that, at all of the entrances there were now entire groups of armed students and professors alike standing guard.
As for Percy, he had been expelled from the academy much to Dharen's anger. There were many things that he wished to do, to that man. He just wished he had gotten the chance. Now Percy was long gone, and he doubted that he would ever be able to see him ever again.
Currently however, Dharen was walking alone to the armoury, Renna would have come with him, but it was her turn to go onto guard duty, well her and her entire line, alongside the same for one of the seniors and that of a few professors. This place now seemed far more like a military encampment compared to anything else.
He found himself at the academy far quicker than he thought it would have taken him, to his surprise however the armoury was down, looking as low it was below the ground…
This made him remember the dream that he had, had while he was unconscious.
Walking down the stairway, he soon found himself directly inside the armoury itself. The walls were covered in weapons, as were many weapon racks made of stone, each one covered again in such a variety of weapons. There was not much armour itself stored here though, the focus clearly was on weapons.
"Ah, you must be Dharen. I take it." The voice belonged to an old man, who came out of the back of the room, from around a corner by the looks of it.
"I guess you have come for your own weapons."
Dharen just nodded his head at the man, to lost in his thoughts of is own dream and where exact that place was, or well more accurately how he could get into it as they were no real mentions in anything that he had read of a vast underground structures at the academy, everything was meant to be above ground, meaning that this underground place had been kept a secret.
"There are two things that I will be giving to you today, one is an arming sword, and the other is this."
From out of his robe, he pulled out a dagger to Dharen, who recognised the blade instantly. The carven angel on its hilt, to the blade itself. But he noticed very quickly that it was no longer a pure white as it had been when he first took the dagger in that battle. It was stained as such in red. The colour of blood.
"Before you ask, these blades are special they are meant to be used for one purpose and if the blade of something that is not that, finds its way onto the metal. It is stained, for all the world to see. But this does not affect its ability at all."
The old man then handed Dharen the dagger and a sheath to keep it in, on his person. Dharen himself put this onto his right thigh, so it would be there if he needed it. He was also handed the sheath to keep the arming sword in, as well as a sword belt to attack it to. He quickly put all of this on, as he walked around the corner to where the arming swords were all standing there.
He could round here though, seeing that there were many gaps in the rows of weapons, from a variety of swords, spears, bows all seemingly having been taken by the other students.
There was something else though, that caught his eye. Well it was more that he recognised it.
On the wall, behind where the arming swords were all kept, was a massive carved mark on the wall. In a sense it was like a sigil, but this one looked alot like the same one he had seen in his dream.
Feeling curious he walked over, and ran his hand along the marking. It must have taken someone a long time to carve such a detailed piece of art and yet it truly did appear to look beautiful in many senses.
As he took his hand away though, he grunted as he found he had caught his hand onto a sharp edge that was on the carving.
Annoyed at himself, he looked down at where he had somehow managed to cut the tip of his finger. He then grabbed one of the arming swords, and as he turned around to leave the old man, was standing there. His eyes wide open, and mouth too, opened into the shape of an 'O'.
The old man was not looking at him, but behind him.
Turning around, worried that an inquisitor had managed to get inside here by some kind of magic.
What he saw surprised him as well, the sigil had now lit up. All of the markings appear to be filled in, with a black colour, the eyes of the dragon on the sigil now glowing purple. Walking forwards, he reached out to touch it and as the tips of his fingers brushed against the hard stone surface.
He heard the noise of cracking glass, just like he had before when he had been transported by magic for the wargames.
Before him now, was the same darkness that he had seen before in his dream. The same dripping of water. The same everything.
That meant he was finally in the right place.
Feeling a little excited, he quickly took off, racing to where the sword should be laying.