Hiraeth | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Four: Lost in Translation

"The documents you mentioned in your patronus to Dinah before you got captured," She shifted the attention back to the situation at hand, "I clearly didn't have the time to translate the runes, but I think they have to deal with this sword." She lifted it, laying the blade across her left hand as she showed them the workmanship, "The work is similar to Godric Gryffindor's sword."

The red-head from before perked up, "It does! Did Ragnuk the First make this one as well?"

"Unsure." Gracie pursed her lips, thinking deeply.

She closed her eyes for a moment, walking through the corridors in her mind. She remembered reading a book a few years ago on goblin blacksmithing. The words floated into her mind, telling her of pages not forgotten.

... Ragnuk the First was so enamored with the sword that he sought to steal it back from Hogwarts Founder Godric Gryffindor. He ordered a small group of subjects to retrieve the sword, but their endeavor failed miserably, and they were all bewitched instead. Godric Gryffindor had the goblins inform the king that if they ever tried such a thing again; that he would slaughter them all.

Though the King of Goblins made no further attempts to take the sword, he did try his hand at re-creating the sword to no avail. One change he did make was embellishing his initials into the blade of the sword centered right above the hilt so that such thievery would never happen again.

This idea that passing goblin-made possessions onto others without payment is what spurred the bloodiest rebellions to date; the Goblin rebellions in both the 17th and 18 centuries.

Gracie opened her eyes and ignoring that everyone was staring at her, she flipped the blade over to look at the area right above the hilt on both sides. She saw a single letter, etched on the back of the blade. B. That confused her.

Who was B?

Chapter Four: Lost in Translation

"It wasn't Ragnuk." Gracie murmured, pointing to the letter, "It was someone else. Regardless of who it was, he or she had amazing craftsmanship and knowledge of how to weld goblin metal. The silver on the edge of this blade..."

She didn't wait for anyone to ask questions, wanting to spew what was on her mind without too many interruptions. "In the parchments we found, someone had made a point to call out seven places in the entire world. On the front of this sword-," Gracie flipped it back over, "-are seven empty spots where I believe some sort of gemstones may fit. Once the runes are translated, I think there will be infinitely more information to go off of, but this sword-again I think-is what will defeat Ranrock and the power he's found."

The Metamorphmagus looked up to see everyone staring at her with amazement. That is, everyone except for Ominis and the wizard clad in a curse repellent dark robe and dragon leather. Ominis looked pensive whereas the other not attractive in the slightest bit wizard appeared determined.

"What?"

"Who are you?" The red-head looked flabbergasted before turning to the devilishly handsome wizard beside her, "And why do you have your mask off? Have you gone mental? You can't trust her."