A Fantasy Story

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Leif nodded, and grinned excitedly as Sherdac came back into the room. "Give them to Leif." The old man instructed. Sherdac did, and drew in a breath as Leif pulled the sword out of the sheaf. The sheaf and handle had been covered in dust, but when Leif drew it, it gleamed like a flame. Dust and dirt vanished, and the blade looked razor sharp.
"That, is the most beautiful sword I have ever seen." Declared Sherdac. Gems and intricate carvings encrusted the gold-coated handle, and sheaf.
"Yes, indeed." The old man agreed. "May I see?" Leif handed him the sword, and the instant Leif let it go, the shining metal dulled, and dust returned. "'Tis magic!" Hissed the old man, carefully placing the sword on the bed, a good distance away from him.
Sherdac placed the bundle on the bed quickly, and took his hands away. "You open it Leif..." He said, "I want nothing to do with magic!"
 
Leif slowly untied the bundle, and four things tumbled out. A thick, sealed envelope, a small, but richly decorated dagger, a golden chain with pendant, a diamond set in gold, and a small, plain, wooden box. Leif picked up the dagger and drew it. Nothing happened, he blew the dust off, and looked it over. "I don't think it's magic," he said at last. He picked up the envelope, then turned to his father. "Should I open it?"
"Yes, yes, by all means!"
Leif carefully broke the seal. Inside were two written pieces of paper. Nothing else. Leif unfolded the paper and looked at the writing. "I wonder what it says?"
"Perhaps the wise man, could read it?" Suggested Sherdac,
"NO! No one else is to know about this. It is our secret, even if we can't read it." The old man cried.
"Alright," Leif place the pieces of paper back in the envelope. Then he picked up the box, undid the clasp, and opened it. Dust, a rich, red, and very fine dust. He closed the lid again, careful not to touch it.
 
GRACE! I am appaled! You start ANOTHER story but yet you do not tell me! :eek: I love it anyway! :D Next time PM me when you write another story!
 
Chapter Two
"Hurry girl! Hurry!" Gratima scolded Freudian, "Only two hours until the celebration!!! And you, not even dressed!" She pushed Freudian behind the curtain, and handed her the dress.
"I didn't want to get my dress dirty!" Freudian retorted. Taking it and stroking it lovingly.
"Just hurry girl!"

Lief ran his fingers through his dark blond hair one last time. The bucket of water didn't give a very pleasing reflection. "Lief come on!" Sherdac called looking through the door. "You look fine, and your new wife-to-be probably doesn't want us to be late!"
"Sherdac!" He groaned, "I don't want to get married!"
"Well you're not, till next year. Hurry up! Even if you're not curious to know who she'll be I am!"
"What if she's ugly?" Lief vaulted onto the horse behind Sherdac. The horse was big, and heavy, the neighbours used him for ploughing, but now Sherdac and Lief had borrowed him to ride to the next village for the celebration.
"What if she's really pretty?"
"Sherdac! I'm scared! I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life with that girl." He stopped for a moment. "She might be old!"
"She is younger than you are, remember? Stop your whining! At least you have a betrothed." Sherdac sighed, the girl he had been betrothed to had died, when she was only just eight, and no one had yet been found to take her place.

"Oh! My daughter!" Freudian's father exclaimed when he saw her, finally dressed and ready for the celebration. He lent over and kissed her on the cheek. "You are so beautiful!"
Freudian blushed, but what her father had said was true. The dress had been made splendidly, the rich green velvet went wonderfully with her green eyes. Her long brown hair was done up elegantly at the back of her neck. "Thank-you father, has..." She looked around, "Has my husband-to-be, come yet?"
"No," he shook his head, "Soon, my darling, very soon."
Freudian looked at the people who had been invited, the women lined one side of the celebration hall, the men the other. She and her husband-to-be were to meet at this end, walk down the centre of the building, and then sit together at the long table piled high with food. She twisted her hands nervously.
 
Suddenly the side door opened, and a young man slipped in, Freudian looked at him, could he be the one? He was handsome, and probably about twenty. He grinned at her, then slipped in with the rest of the men. Freudian sight, where was he?
Lief swallowed hard and stepped up to the building. Each of his steps seemed to ring, on the cold stone floor. His new sword hung gleaming, almost shining, by his side, he was wearing the necklace, tucked under his new shirt, he intended to give it to his bride-to-be, there didn't seem to be anything magic about it. He was suppose to give her something, after all.


that's all I have! :D glad you like it!
 
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