The next morning, Palderon arose from his
resting place and walked just outside the town walls. He could hear
the birds chirping and wild beasts moaning in the distance. He peeked
in around the corner.
"About time you woke up!"
Startled, Palderon turned around quickly to see Duncan standing
there. "Trying to give me a heart attack?" He muttered
under his breath.
"What you say? Oh well, so when are you leaving?"
"Yeah, you know, leaving, parting, going away, journeying."
"Why would I leave?" Palderon questioned.
"To go avenge Reina!" Duncan shot back. "The T'Forgde
killed her and your just going to let them go!?"
"What's to gain by killing them?"
"What's to lose?"
Palderon stood silent for what seemed hours after Duncan said
that, not knowing what to say. When he lost Reina, he lost all purpose
to his life. She was who he lived for. Duncan hadn't just tried
to rile him up with a stupid question, he was trying to get Palderon
to think. And he was successful. What shocked Palderon even more
was Duncan was right. Killing off the T'Forgde might not bring Reina
back, but it might make losing her a lot easier, and at least it'd
keep her memory alive. "Besides," he thought to himself,
"If I die, it'll only bring me closer to Reina".
Looking back up at Duncan, he put his hand in his pocket. There
was a brilliant warmth coming from inside, not heat, but more of
a feeling, warming Palderon's soul. He realized he was holding the
necklace. Carefully he pulled it out, holding it in his hands. The
warmth shot through Palderon's body. It was more than just a physical
feeling, it was the warmth of Reina, her love. The necklace had
absorbed Reina's love towards Palderon, and now that was what he
was feeling. Slowly, he brought the necklace up, around his neck,
fastening it around. Small jewels that were carefully fastened to
the silver-gold woven necklace shone in the morning light.
Quickly, he bent over, grabbing his sword and furs that were beside
him. "As per my promise" he said to Duncan, tossing him
two furs, then quickly darted off into town.
"Where you going?" Duncan yelled to him.
"The smith" Palderon shouted back, disappearing behind a
building as he turned a corner. Duncan chuckled to himself, looked
at his fur, then took of to do his own stuff.
Shortly, Palderon came across the blacksmith shop, the smith was
tending to his fire. "Good, he's awake" he smiled to himself,
walking up to the kind old man who was blowing at the hot coals.
"Smith yer sword?"
"How many furs?" Palderon asked, pulling out his sword
and showing it to the smith.
"Really wore it down this time"
"I'd say about three furs should cover it"
"Okay, here you go" Palderon handed over his payment.
The smith took the furs and, tossing them to the side, grabbed a
metal rod and stoked the burning coals. There was then a short silence
as the sword was shoved into the heat source and taken out while
glistening a hot white, broken by the pounding of heated metal,
and then the loud scratching as the smith worked his sword on the
grindstone. Palderon just sat and watch as his blade got sharper
"There we are, sharp as a scholar working on a child's math"
"No, thank you, if it weren't for yer business I'd 'av been
bankrupt long ago"
"See you around"
"Good luck on yer journey, stay safe Palderon"
"You know me"
"Aye, that's what I'm talking about" the smiths mouth
cracked a kind smile
Walking out the city gates, Palderon took one last look at the
town, hoping no more trouble would come to it. Then he put his hand
up to his neck and touched the necklace, the warmth reassuring him
that this is what he had to do. Taking a deep breath, he let his
hand fall back to his side, then he turned and started walking into
the distance, hoping to make it to the port town of A'zael by the
time the week was out.