Sword Of The Falcon 소설 & 이야기

But she was immediately silenced by what she saw. It appeared that they had entered a sort of temple. On the altar just in front, there was a statue of a large, majestic tiger. Its body was made out of polished, white marble, while it had sapphires for its eyes. Jade was certain that it was the same tiger in the painting, or at least, a representation of it. “Is that…” Jade’s voice trailed off. Jin walked towards the statue and placed a hand on its hind leg. “Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.”

"For thou are stronger than I, but my winds will aid your flight." The falcon reared, its white breast sparkling as it puffed out, giving another wailing cry. His eyes were emotionless but purpose emanated from them before he continued its fearless dive. Babi looked up at the cry, eyes narrowed against the light and a scowl wrinkled his brow. He swung, the blade clawing the air for the promised blood, but the bird was too swift, dodging the steel and hurtling toward the startled soldier, his head disappearing in a red mist as the sharp beak bit though his neck. The head dropped, hanging on by a mere thread before falling, the shocked expression still etched on his face.

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.

This action ended the battle because the guardian hit the ground hard and laid there cold, wet and shivering. “You have defeated the guardian of flight, here is your reward.” Said the guardian, then he released the sword from the lock. The sword was Grey and red with what looks like a kings symbol, but it was different in two ways instead of a wave on the hilt it was wings. It also had a white wing coming of the hilt. Sekora stared at the sword for a bit, before taking it from the stone. She then picked it up and put the sword with the rest.

“Because of you … my mother died! Alice died!” “Your attempt to make me guilty for killing the weak is useless,” Terrowin said, keeping a blank expression. “The lives of the weak mean nothing to me.” Arth grunted as the white ribbons of alar surrounding the king shoved his sword that he had to reel back. He remembered what the Chief had told him before … that he could never win a fight with hatred. So he had to calm himself down. ‘That must be the king’s enchanted sword … Frostbane, the one Lucas have mentioned,’ Arth thought as the strings of alar compressed, forming into a long sword. It had twice the length of Blackwinter, having a white blade and a blue handle.

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

It effortlessly blocked the attack. Andrius’ expression changed. “It’s my turn!” Arthur laughed loudly and drew his weapon for the first time. It was a sword that was entirely golden in color. It appeared plain, but in the early days of the new dynasty, it had a formidable reputation for slaying countless enemies. One side of the dragon was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, exuding a majestic aura, while the other side depicted a thunderstorm, symbolizing the might of the heavens.

He said as he walk back to the toolbox and sharpened the swords. “I’m not flattered, but thank you I thought I lost the cape,” she said as she look at her reflection from the clear window. She saw the logo which represents Aldon, the design is a leaf circled around a flaming sword embroidered on it. “Is everyone ready?” Merfoy said approaching them as he was dressed the same pure as white. “Where is Maru?” Rico asked then they suddenly heard a noise coming from the balcony. They quickly run to see it. They saw Maru laughing as he control the small pace of winds around the birds chirping and playing in front of him.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.