Novel & Cerita The Sword Of Dawn

"Don't sulk, dearie. Your daddy just wants to keep us safe. There are many bad guys outside." Dawn arched her eyebrows. "Bad guys? But I can fight. I can use my sword to fight them too." With that, she jumped down from my lap and went to get a Jedi lightsaber from her stack of toys. For her third birthday, she had insisted that I get her this and a Barbie. She played with it a few times. However, I never thought she would ever suggest using it to fight anyone. "Look! I know how to use it!" Dawn stood her legs apart, raised the lightsaber above her head with both hands, and then began to brandish it. I watched her in awe, wondering how she could be so girly yet boyish.

“Why aren’t you healing? Why, Thorne? Why?” Thorne’s eyes fluttered weakly, his lips pale. “I… don’t…know…” His voice was barely a whisper as he tried to keep his eyes open. “He can’t heal right now.” Darien said, along with a wicked laugh. My head snapped up, my chest heaving. Darien rose to his full height, swirling the blood-stained sword casually in his hand. “This sword was made just for him. Forged with poison. The same poison you once gave me, but stronger. This one is lethal. It’ll eat him alive from the inside. And in twenty-four hours…” He leaned closer, smirking darkly. “He’ll be dead.”

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Dawn👑 "Why are you asking me such a personal question? It shouldn't concern you" I said gaily. I heard her scoff. "Witch!" She called under her breath. I rolled my eyes and left for mom's bedroom. ~ THICK FOREST ~ Kalani🔱 I drew out the sword slowly from my belt and dropped it on the black stone. I knelt on the floor. "You lost the bet! We've lost all our house and wealth. What are you doing back here? You want to finish me up completely?!!!" He yelled angrily at me...

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

At the top of the staircase floated a single object. A crystal sword. Its blade was half silver. Half gold. Nyros stared at it in awe. "The Blade of Dawn..." Asterion whispered, "It has returned." The Heart spoke one final time. "Take the Blade..." "...and decide the fate of the First Guardian.”

The man’s mouth opened to shout. Leigh was a blur. Her dagger flashed, not for a killing strike, but a silencing one—upward through the jaw, into the brain. The man crumpled without a sound. She caught him, lowering him gently into the shadows. Her eyes met Makil’s, cold and efficient. No hesitation. The battlefield. But the movement had been seen. A shout went up. A pointing finger. The chanting stuttered, then rose into a roar of alarm. “Time’s up!” Duncan bellowed, hefting his great axe. “Light the fuses! To the ropes!”

Ignoring the looks of horror right under him as he looked downward, Caleb raised the Guardian high up in the air and swung it downward again! World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Boom! The huge, bulky greatsword shone dazzlingly as it unleashed a shockwave that could destroy the world! The Alliance, Danmarch, and Nistral youths all felt as if a mountain was dropped on their heads, the terrible shockwave from the sword reducing their bodies to puffs of bloody mists instantly!

When they realized that we weren't going to bend to their demands, they rushed at us, wanting to take our items by force. Caleb kicked at one of the men who got too close to me, sending him flying. He then knocked the knife out of another man's hand with a well-timed hit. I was shocked to see the spectacle unfolding before my eyes. I had no idea that Caleb had gotten so good at fighting after not seeing him for a few years. Caleb brawled with the last man that was left. Seeing an opening, I dashed forward and tried to smash my bag against the man's head.