Strena The Name Of The Sword Part Two

 The Power Of The Sword


Strena looked at the job board. All her injuries were completely healed by the local white mage, yet she was still in shock about that night. Even though she was too scared to ask Zaryb anything,she could see that he too was scared. She did not want to be hurt more by him than he already did. Which was why she was looking at the jobs. She wanted something, anything to take her mind off things. She soon found that very distraction. She took it and showed Zaryb.

"A bounty?"

"Yeah." She replied with a sullen tone to her voice.

"Then we better be off." He sighed.


Janus Stele


Save up from the old tyrant Emperor Janus Stele.

Our old king,King Orinogh was killed by him no

less than three years ago. We have tried to take him

down ourselves but all efforts were in vain. We live in

the kingdom of Yorn,not far off the Bounty Hunter

Library.


Signed


Prince Elison


"Well! I didn't expect King Orinogh to fall! Nor did I expect that-" Zaryb chuckled.

"You know him?"

"I know of him. He was a die hard warrior of a king. If this Emperor Janus took him down then he's either the greatest warrior or a great schemer."

"Right."

They soon took their things and collected the public carriage. Strena looked ahead at the horizon. Her thoughts wandered to Grasharlo's visit. She could not get what she did out of her head. She could even still feel an echo of the pain that she put her through. She was always reminded of it when she would look at her nails. Although she knew that the red lines underneath them would go in time, she would always remember what the witch did just by looking at them.

Then she thought about Zaryb. She remembered she tortured him and what he said. Yet the one thing that struck her was just how much more the witch got a kick out of torturing him that she did her. She remembered how he wept. He actually wept! She could not believe what she saw. She remembered the kiss that Grasharlo gave him. Yet she could get what he had said out of her mind either.

"Tourture the girl and stop torturing him will you?"

What was that all about? Why did he refer to himself like that? Just what is going on with him? 

Never mind that! Why is all this happening anyway? Why does all this stuff keep happening?

She found herself hugging her nameless sword for comfort. She knew that she would never have anything else to comfort her. After all, she knew better than to ask for that from Zaryb. She hugged her sword tighter, almost like a parent. She wished that she had them back. She would do anything just to bring them back. She longed to have them comfort her and hug her so that she could cry into their arms and not have to lock away all the tears that she had all the time. She wanted someone in this world that loved her. 

She had become so lost in her own thoughts that was barely aware that they had arrived. Zaryb hit her to wake her mind up and bring her back to the present. She got out of the public carriage. They then walked to the castle.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to challenge Emperor Janus directly." Strena said. 

He raised his eyebrow as he chuckled. In anger she pulled out her blade and slit his throat. The other guard was about to do something until he saw the rage in her eyes. She pointed the blade directly at him, who had become too scared to move.

"I am not joking, nor am I in the mood to. You go and get him and tell him that this afternoon he will meet me in combat and I will not take no for an answer!" She shouted as he heard a crack.

The guard looked to his left to see that there were deep and wide cracks in the wall. He then looked at her and his eyes dropped to the blade in her hands. He, without a word, nodded and ran back in and she walked after him. He led her directly to the man.

He was large and dressed in all black dragon scale armour with a black leather belt around his waist. He was bald with icy pale green eyes. One had a long and thick scar.

"Who are you?"

Strena slit the throat of the guard next to her before he even had the chance to flinch.

"The one that will kill you."

She charged at him. He dived out of the way,causing her to pierce the throne behind him. He pulled out his sword, just as she pulled out hers. He then flung it at her with such strength that she almost dropped the sword. She stepped back as he flung wave after wave at her, causing the girl to do nothing but defend herself. She blocked upper left, lower left and right then upper right, lower right. She felt the power ripple throughout her arms as she could do nothing but ensure that she did not drop her sword. 

Then her eyes dropped as she saw the opening. She ficked and went to slice the tourso but her wrist was grabbed. She could feel his grip become tighter and tighter. She had to push through the pain as she blocked the sword again and again, keeping her grip on her sword as tightly as she could. She could feel her body start to break out in a sweat. She wacked the sword away as she felt her bones being crushed.

She let out a slight whimper as he hit her in the stomach. She dropped her sword. He then gripped the girl by the hair.

"Tell me, girl, what is your name?"

"Strena!"

"No I know that that's not it!"

"Arielsa then! My name is Ariela Zuvé!" She shouted as she started to tear up.

His eyes widened as he smiled excitedly.

"Hold on! As in the daughter of the fallen tyrant king? You mean you lived? You actually lived? You know your father is a great inspiration for what I've done here. I mean all I need-"

"What are you talking about? My father was not a tyrant. He was always a good man! He treated me and my mum with such kindness!"

He bellowed out a loud laugh.

"Sure he may have gone soft at the end of his life, sure when he finally did get married after getting that king's daughter pregnant. However before then he did things that I can only fantasise about! Oh and after all I heard all about those stories of how he conquered those lands! He had the whole of the Sand and Desert Planes in the palm of his hands! Too bad he died in his own blood!"

"My father was no such thing! My father did no such things!" She shouted with her full rage rising.

She picked up her sword and then a flash of light shot from the blade. He then pulled up his blade as she went to strike him. Then the blade cut through the man's blade like butter. He pushed her away and pulled out a dagger and she drove the blade down and it cut through the dagger. He jumped back and pulled a speir out from the wall. Then she ran on and cut through the head. Then she cut the leg off before he could jump back further. Then this was soon followed by his head.

She shook as she panted. She tried not to cry but she could not stop herself. Her rage ran throughout her body, flooding every cell in her body. The tears fell like a waterfall. She put the blade away and collected the head.

"What was that?"

"The blade I guess."


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