The Lightning Prince and the Sword of Darkness

Chapter 7

QUICK NOTICE: From now on Daniel himself will be narrating the story. He will be telling it from how it looked to him. Enjoy!

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Hey people. Daniel here,

I obliged and as he was going to this room, I was thinking about what he said. As far as I knew, I certainly wasn't 'dangerous', and was Meynard serious? I was being worshipped as a god. It took about ten minutes to reach the room. The building was that huge. The second I set my foot in the room, I got an armour, a helm. I don't even know how it knew my size, but it gave me the perfect fit. I looked into the room after my moment of surprise, and I couldn't process how the room had a literal pond inside of it.

"This is the training room. You can practice your bending or your moves with weaponry. The 3 elements doesn't need any sources. Water controllers needs a source of water around them. If you're the Holder you should control all of them" Meynard said, after summoning his weapon. It was a wicked dual sword. I was most awed by the fact that he had no problem controlling them. They looked quite heavy. Mastering something like that would usually take a long time.

"I don't know how to control them though, what do I do?" I asked, feeling stupid. Apparently I was supposed to be the strongest in the planet and here I was, asking what I should do to control the elements.

Thankfully, Meynard showed no cruelty. "You would need to have a weapon. Any weapon would do, but seeing as you might be the Holder, your weapon would have been already prepared. I want you to close your eyes and imagine you holding a weapon, soaring in the air."

I did so and had this sudden urge to go forward and grab a handle. I did so and I was holding two swords, they looked beautiful as well. Both were quite thin, yet looked like it could survive a lot of damage. The handles of it was what made me uncomfortable. On it was a Chinese name, and again I got that feeling, that one that told me that these swords once belonged to another Holder. I got shocked that he dropped it.

"These were the swords of Jonathan. These swords killed Roël in the legendary war." Meynard said, with a pained expression. "There is a legend that these swords when wielded by the next worthy person would issue a prophecy. Just hold it and give it a movement."

"You're hoping that if I am a worthy person, then, you'll get an idea of who I am, and this prophecy it might give, it might give some different meaning." I obeserved, this was getting worse and worse. How could I wield the swords of the person who killed the most powerful and evil person? I still couldn't get over the news that I was being worshipped as a god.

Meynard was surprised. Maybe he thought I was a bit dull-minded after all those bad questions. I can usually tell if a person was lying or not. I can actually guess people's minds. But it was highly inreliable..

As I bent and took hold of the swords, I felt a sense of power, as though I could win any sword fight, even against Meynard. After seeing a lot of movies, I tried to do one of the movements I'd seen from them. Immediately a voice came from the swords and the swords dissolved. I recoiled in shock. The voice was like a serpent and red light surrounded where the voice was coming from. It said:

"The Chosen One lives.
Through death, life will he give,
The darkness shall be found
With it he shall be crowned or bound
For bad or good
spilled will be his blood.

I couldn't see Meynard's expression, but I saw Luke's and the others. It wasn't good. Seriously, I almost felt guilty for shocking them a number of times. Apparently I am the Holder, The Lightning Prince and the Chosen one (I had no idea what it meant) If you ask me, I think that's a little overkill.