Ebony Wings: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Christopher 

Lucian led him to wooden cabinet-thing.

"What's that?"

Lucian pulled the cabinet open, revealing that it was full of dangerous looking weapons.

"Take your pick." Lucian stepped aside to him to step forward.

"I'm just supposed to take a weapon?"

"Yeah, if nothing suits your fancy; we can ask the Hephaestus kids to forge a new one."

"You make weapons here?"

"Yeah, where do you think we get our weapons? Pray and they fall out of the sky?"

Christopher shrugged. "Would be a more interesting story."

He searched through the cabinet. Honestly, he had no idea what he was looking for.

A spear for extra range? A dagger to hit chinks in armour? A bow for even better range?

"Take your time, these things can't be rushed." Lucian reassured.

Honestly, Christopher was used to fighting with his fists. Brawls in the Orphanage made him learn how to fight, his fists along with his words had always been his weapons of choice.

That's when he noticed the trace of silver glistering in the corner. What made it stand out more was the fact that it was the only silver there, the rest weapons were made of some kind of bronze.

Mesmerised, the pulled out the sword from the back of the cabinet. Grabbing the hilt, he pulled the sword free from its sheath.

The blade was leaf-shaped, its cross section diamond shaped. It was about as long as his arm and heavy than he was expecting. It had a black crossguard and leather grip.

"A Xiphos. Nice choice." Lucian noted.

Christopher didn't pay attention to him, instead he was trying to make sense of the words engraved on the blade itself.

"''Crescudo." ''He managed to say, growling the word more than saying it.

Christopher noticed Lucian jerk back in surprise.