'I will set him over my house and my kingdom for ever; his throne will be established for ever.” ’ ' 1 Chronicles 17:14
The Story continues….as my imagination runs wild, I let my heart do the talking and mind follow the trail. Welcome to the next part!
Nwe, looking closely at the entrance and seeing that Athan seems to be doing nothing, thinking to herself a sword would be great and having only used one as a practice and mostly in the video games. With this in mind, appeared in her right hand was a slick and thin blade. The handle was elegantly wrapped in red leather and green highlights shone along the handle constructure.
Looking at Folrose and Athan who seemed very busy and didn’t notice as it disappeared just as it appeared. Maybe she was imaginary or possible hallucinating as she started to move away from the others.
Whispering to herself, Sword! and nothing happened. Sword and again nothing. Are you okay? came the voice of Folrose, pulling her to the side whispering and explaining what happened.
This is crazy, how could we fight with no weapon as I let her head rest on the wall with frustration and a sigh. A sword appeared again this time it was real and she felt the energy passing through her with a new found strength. Both looked at her and then the sword in her hand and said nothing as she walked past them for an instant it was in control and then she came to her senses. Coming to a halt at the entrance as the scene was not what was expected.
In the hall was a woman at the centre of a platform, with wild dogs surrounding her and on the edges men and where listening to every word she was saying. What happened in the last ten minutes, we thought it was three.
Turning her attention to us, welcome Nwe we have waited for you as Athan stood behind us with a gun pointing at us and with a pushed from him we both stumbled forward. Then the three men came and moved us and Athan walked past and met her. With a passionate kiss they stood together and she moved speaking to him but looking at us, well done you did well. Was it easy? Yes, said Athan and turning around with a commanding voice spoke to the men, take the sword from her and bring it here.
As they got closer, the white sword turned black flame and was spitting its flames on the ground. Gesturing to Folrose to move closer to my side and then forming a circle around both of us with the blackened flame. The first man who touched the circle was just as surprised as I was when he turned into a black tar and burst out leaving traces of his bones scattered in all directions.
Looked up to see my new friend Athan coming to me with this woman. Well, you have no idea what that can do. Give it to me before you hurt yourself and worst my men. As she stretched her arms out, not coming close enough for fear that she might disintegrate. I am Amiya and turning around at Athan, I thought you said she doesn’t know how to wield it?
Is this why you called me down here to get the sword, said Nwe.
Yes, said Amiya and it is mine as she wielded two daggers out of thin air and turned to look at me. Looking at the men around her.
Nwe have seen lots of very attractive women before, but none as beautiful as Amiya. She realised that she was staring at her and didn’t see Athan on the other side of the room until Folrose jumped to protect her and was stabbed through the side of flame with a hole to allow room for the dagger only. Holding unto her and carefully laying her on the floor. Raising the sword, Amiya shouted don’t do what you’re about to do.
Nwe glanced at Athan and then at Folrose on the floor, the pain she felt was overwhelming and was passing into the sword. The black flame was spitting out more flames and she formed a thicker ring round her and the flames were increasing as the anger in her increased. In the centre surrounded by the flame, she sat down next to Folrose. Not knowing what to do looked up and saw them talking but couldn’t hear what she was saying.
Amiya looked at Athan, I thought she didn’t know how to use it. Walking away to the centre, guess she is a quick learner, said Athan. She paused and looked away from him, having dark thoughts about her husband was now becoming a norm, after what had just happened, she aimlessly played with one of the dogs. It did hurt that the sword was not hers again, why was the colour different? Does it have different colours? Turning around with a shout, someone needs to find a way to get in.
She doesn’t remember dieing. The dance sounds, could it be that death was here to collect her. Ever since meeting Nwe, nothing but adventures and troubles and now death. What is life? If she is dead, nothing she can do about it but face it. Looking at Nwe…. to be continued