Lord Of the Keep

As Artorias led him to a hill that overlooked the plains, he followed. It was there that the blue wolf drew the blade and placed it lightly into the earth. Mercury moved closer so he could examine the blade. The steel seemed to ripple in a pattern as delicate as falling water. “Embershard is a work of art” He said simply, knowing it was the truth.

Artorias explained then that it was given to him as a gift from his mother. His mother who had passed. He thought of his own possessions, most of them in the bottom of the ocean now. Momeous, gifts, and memories. Given to him by those he had loved and lost. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. “I’m sorry for your loss” he said. The words quiet and heartfelt. Spoken from one who understood.

At Art’s prompting, he reached out and touched the blade gently. Mindful of the edge. He lightly touched a claw to the blade to listen to the way the metal resonated. “Honestly? Fern did” he said, amusement taking over what moments ago had been sadness in his voice. “I’d never seen anything like it”


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