Sword of the Gods

Everything was crumbling: their united land, their hope, and their peace.

Luna could do nothing but watch in anguish as people fled from the army of undead knights and enormous wolves with razor-sharp teeth. She could hear their agonizing cries as each knight hacked them to pieces, and the wolves ripped them limb by limb. Fresh blood sprayed and dyed everything red. She could not touch nor speak to them, still, Luna attempted to help a young boy who stumbled with trembling hands. However, her efforts meant nothing after witnessing the child slaughtered.

Somehow, the place was familiar, but Luna could not tell as she had not yet explored all of their neighboring countries. Though Luna was sure she had been to this particular place in her dream.

The scene then changed, showing her inside a throne room she had been to once during her ten years of existence. Seated on the country of Wyvern's throne room was not the king she had last seen, but the face of darkness himself.

"Find the little prince and bring him to me, dead or alive," his deep voice laced with menace was enough to make the girl quiver in apprehension.

He was seated confidently as if everything in this land belonged to him, and Luna knew that it did. He had the crown of the previous king on his head as if mocking those who would dare try to dethrone him. But Luna knew no one would try, not with him looking daunting and powerful as he had just awoken from his slumber.

The epitome of darkness is called by many names from centuries ago, but he was famously known as the Lord of the dead, for he rules over what had already bid farewell to the living.

When Luna felt her hope slowly slipping away, the scene playing in front of her changed into one of a young prince, handsome and tall. He held a sword with seven radiant stones lined up on the sword's blade.

Luna could not tell how she knew, but she was sure he was the future king of Wyvern, predestined to bring back the people and the seven lands' hope, unity, and peace.

Right when he was about to strike his weapon of light to the face of darkness, Luna woke up with a jolt. With her blurry vision, Luna could only make out a silhouette of a woman attempting to reach out to her vulnerable form. Luna attempted to let out a scream, but the silhouette's hand hastily prevented her from doing so.

"Calm down sister, it is only me. You will falsely alarm the guards." Upon hearing her sister's soothing voice, Luna relaxed and allowed her vision to return to normal.

After a moment of letting Luna calm down, Fey—her older sister and the soon-to-be queen of their country, Sunny Drop—spoke, "The maids have said you were fidgeting in your sleep and whimpering incoherent utterances."

"The maids were in my room?" Luna queried. Fey replied that they were simply checking on her as per her request.

"But why?"

"You are a gifted child, Luna. You might get too lost in your vision and never come back," she fussed, but Luna was even more confused than ever.

She knew of her dreams being visions of the future, near or far, but Luna never knew she could end up lost in the vision and be dead in real life.

"Seeing the future is complicated, it may change or it may follow what is ordained. That is why delving deeper into it may cost you your life, and you are still so young!" Fey exclaimed and went to hug her sister to ease her worry.

"I saw darkness winning, but a prince robbed of his crown will go on a quest to reclaim the other gift of the gods," the younger said.

Luna broke from her sister's grasp and looked at Fey straight in the eyes. Fey can see the scar left by the vision in Luna's eyes. She was still so young, and she had probably seen a lot of horrifying things. It did not help that these visions her sister—only at the young age of ten—had seen may happen, and Luna knew that very well.

Being the blessed child of the gods, as Luna was dubbed, like most things, has its ups and downs.

"He and I," Luna resumed, "will travel across lands to give hope and find the lost sword of the gods as well as its seven crystals to bring back the light once more."

"Just as what the previous heroes of our land have done centuries ago," Fey finished with a melancholic smile plastered on her pale face. Luna nodded her head, returning her sister's smile, oblivious to the sadness behind Fey's smile.

Previous heroes had lost people precious to them when they embarked on a journey to reclaim the lost sword and its crystals. Fey knew as it was written in every history book she had studied as she struggled to prepare herself for the throne.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Fey tucked Luna back to bed.

"You are not yet ready for this journey. Until the hero in your vision appears, you will have to learn a lot to survive and triumph. Will you take it upon yourself to sacrifice your innocence for the sake of that fated day?"

Without a second thought, Luna nodded her head, determined to do what she can to help. Fey could not help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. Luna, as what Fey can remember, was the same as their mother whom they have already lost: honest and innocent, but that was their strong point, the both of them.

"Sleep, for I will have no mercy in training you the moment the sun shines its light." And it was what Luna did because she will go on a lengthy and perilous journey.

But she did not fuss, she had faith in the hero that will undoubtedly triumph over darkness.