Chapter 17: The Blood Long Spilt
Zander led Scythe into a deep underground hall, filled with body parts of massive creatures, horns, claws, scales, hides, bones, and a range of parts. At the end of the hall, there was a small door compared to the rest of the room. "Use anything here." Zander said, "We can't do anything with these parts, but we do know their value. That room on the end has even weirder parts, from creatures I don't know, or even heard of."
"Huh. So what else?" Scythe asked, "about the demon?"
"The demon..." Zander stalled, "we found evidence of a blood magic ritual, and an arm we think came from the demon, but the moment we touched it, it crystalized becoming impossible to lift. after a time, it degraded. there isn't an arm anymore. Just a pile of dust."
"Huh. but why are you and Astela so scared of it?" Scythe asked
"Blood magic demons, need blood to survive and grow. After how many it killed, I'm worried there
isn't anyone who can deal with it." Zander turned grim, "but it hasn't been seen anywhere in a four-day radius around the castle. Just the army, but many of them are getting killed by something. All of the evidence says lightning strikes. but lightning chasing an army, makes me think it's magic."
"I would as well. So what would you recommend for the arm?"
"probably dragon bone. There is a piece, in the little room." Zander started walking, "Come."
Walking in the hall would make anyone feel small, going through the small door, Ruun filled the air.
"What is this feeling?" Scythe asked,
"We don't know either, it's like pure magic but isn't." Zander spoke, "The bone is right there."
A comparably small horn floated in suspense, it still was at least four and a half feet long. "That should work. The Scarvo like to work dragon bone, and dragons give them shed scales and horns to work with. But rarely do they get to work on great materials such as this." Zander informed, "When you go, look for Ed, he's an old magitech master. He is a genius. I had the opportunity once to
watch him work. It was beautiful to watch."
"I'll make sure to go to him." Scythe walked to the horn. Something within it pulsed, showing Scythe
the path that Red gave him, again.
"Hey, are you alright?" Zander asked
"Yeah, just fine." Scythe grabbed the bone, with nothing more happening.
"While you travel, keep it covered. If the dragons knew of this place, I'm sure they would invade." Zander said.
"I will." Scythe answered.
Back on the surface, Zander and Scythe each went to bed. On his way back to his room, Scythe saw Sol, looking at the painting of the Twin Goddesses. "Hey, Sol." Scythe waved
"Hey," Sol spoke in a monotone voice.
"What's bothering you?" Scythe asked
"This painting, I know who made it." Sol said, "She was quite the artist. But this... this isn't her
painting. There was no black and purple flame then. Just Phae's magic. I asked around, apparently,
it's been like this for at least five generations."
"So this painting was you, Luna and Phae?"
"Yes, We controlled much of the land, keeping a semblance of peace between the humans and
dragons. We named you after a close friend from that time. His name was Scythe Silver-Moon, I do not know where he is now. Just that he is beyond my sight now." Sol answered.
"I was named after a hero?" Scythe perked up, "I've read the books, what was he like in person?"
"Much like yourself." Sol answered, "He was skilled in many things, but his life was dark. He lost his
family in front of him, his magic bored through his body. By the time, his journey reached the end, he was no longer human, but his heart stayed the same. Through trials and tribulations."
"They never said that in the books." Scythe leaned back.
"Who would want to read a story of countless deaths? magic curses? Your own family dying in your
arms?" Sol spoke
"I don't think anyone would."
"My point." Sol said, "You should get some rest. You have a long ride ahead of you."
"Yeah," Scythe waved goodbye and went to his room.
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