Dawn Blade Part 3 (Fiction)

Nora’s foot smashed into the door with a blistering force. The old frame crumbled beneath the effort of her attack, dust billowing up as the full weight of it hit the floor beneath. Nora covered her eyes to shield them from the dirt filled air. This turned out to be a mistake.

As soon as her arm came down, Beron’s axe came sharply into view, aimed directly for her skull. It sliced through the air fast and firm. Nora’s eyes locked onto it, and her sword hand came up with her trusted blade in tow. The solid metals clashed with a loud ring, Nora’s arm slightly faltering to the full force attack from Beron.

“Nice to see you again, friend.” His voice came out gritty as the air surrounding them.

“Likewise,” Nora said through clenched teeth, pushing off his advance and rolling to the side. She turned, and they faced off against one another. The blade of dawn shone with a bright, metallic orange. Beron noticed.

“Looks like you’ve got an odd new sword. Guess these plains have finally begun to treat you well. I had heard things.” He laughed. “Some were saying you were the new Broken. Said your mind got all sorts of messed up by this place.” He shook his head in mock pity. “You really should have known better than to come after me. You need your rest, Nora. For your health!”

Nora laughed. It was not humorless. “You sure do play the villain smoothly. A lot occurred while I was away, it seems.”

Beron nodded. “They refused me my clear position. I had no choice.”

The tip of the dawn blade pointed directly at Beron’s beating heart. Nora’s arm muscles flexed easily with the motion. Dawn brought her blade power, the magic of it flowing through her, awakening even her most docile potentials. “You always have choice, Beron. Until today.” The tip of the blade set aflame, the fire spreading down to the hilt with a bright fury.  “Today I take that away from you. Among other things.”

It was Beron’s turn to laugh. “Do tell.”

Nora shrugged. “Arms, sight, dignity…” Her legs bent at the knee as she readied her assault. This would not be fun. Just necessary. “Whatever muses might strike me in the moment.”

Beron grinned a dark grin, one Nora was not accustomed to, one he had learned in the time they had spent apart. So much has happened, she thought absentmindedly. Now, this… “Let us see who this dawn favors!” He smashed something underneath his skin, making a sound like lighting cutting stone. The veins in his arms became a dark purple, and his already protruding muscles seemed to dance beneath his flesh with new-found might.

Nora swallowed, then looked down the length of her blade. The tip still pointed towards Beron’s heart. She felt as if the sword was nodding to her, confident and stalwart.

She nodded, back to the sword, and to Beron. “Let’s.”


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