The Life of an Argonaut

The 'Fateful Encounter'

Orario was truly a wonderful place, and why would it not be? The Labyrinth city was famous for her heroes and powerful armies and her gods and Goddesses that reside in her grand walls, notorious for being the land of opportunity. However, there was a dark side to this, as there was a dark side to everything, like Odysseus' hubris and Achilles' heel, there was always an obstacle in the road of grand success, and in Orario's case, it was jealousy. A teenage boy was currently feeling the effects of said jealousy, as yet another famila denied him. And decided to inform him of his failure in a rather... physical manner.

Bell Cranel groaned as his ribs were booted for hopefully the last time. And Bell Came to the startling realization that he was missing something.

Where, in he name of Elysium, was his sheathe and scabbard?

Logically, they couldn't be far but considering that he could feel the blades of his daggers lightly digging into his thigh, he knew they weren't on his persona and, as he slowly rose from his position on the streets, blindly trying to find them, he knew that they were nowhere to be found, which was a shame, his recent dive into dungeon may have been profitable, at least to his standards, but the savings would run out soon, and he couldn't afford another sheath and scabbard. Perhaps, they were left in the dungeon? He did leave in a hurry, there were reports of a minotaur down in the dungeon, and Bell had no intention of standing in Theseus' shoes.

He finally hauled himself to his feet, the grazes on his face stinging and the undoubted lacerations on his chest of hurting, but he really wanted to get his property back, and so he hobbled and limped to the opening of Orario's pièce de résistance, the dungeon and wouldn't you know, out came the Loki and Hephaistos Familia with their patron goddesses, with his sheath and scabbard.

That was fantastic. Spiffing. Unbelievably tremendous. Why was Bell going through every joyful word in the Orarian dictionary and making it sarcastic? Because to receive his scabbard and sheathe, he would have to lift his arms, exposing the prohibited weapon dangling from his belt as casual as a butter knife. daggers weren't prohibited, but enchanted weapons were, with the exception of those that could be traced back to either the guild, or gods and goddesses that got express permission from Ouranos, which meant not a lot of people had one, and those who did were very well known, unlike himself. Unfortunately, a confrontation seemed likely, and with the bruises, he sustained to his ribs, it was unlikely he would be able to escape and a straight-on charge to the pair of familia would be suicidal. So he had to think. The entrance to Daedalus street wasn't far, if he could make it there, he was likely to make a clean break. He had one shot, however.

Bell's P.O.V

I composed myself.
"My sheathe and scabbard. Thank you so much for bringing it back, might I ask where you found it" I asked extending my hands
"Hold on, how do we know tha' the scabb'rd is yers?" Asked a drunk Loki.
"And what about the sheath, how do we know that they're yours?" Finn Deimne asked suspiciously.
Damn that Captain and his patron to the seventh pit of the underworld
I sighed and drew my daggers and put the beginner blade that was gifted from the guild as a part of the starter pack, into the Navy blue sheathe. I then put the prohibited blade, Mávro Kounéli ( A/N This means black rabbit in Greek) in the black scabbard. Who knew that my grandfather could gain such a powerful weapon and that he was generous enough to gift me it. However, I can't help but think of what would happen if he had it on that haunting morn.

Somewhere in the world, a lightning bolt struck a church bell.

"Does that answer your question, sir?" I asked.
The Pallum nodded, however, I noticed that the Goddess of the forge's gaze was directed at the black scabbard.
Tartarus. If she had seen the runes that were embedded in the very blade itself... I sighed and thought, "Oh well I'll just need to deal with it when it comes", Grandpa did always say it's better to be optimistic". But as I looked up, dread-filled my body at the way her eyes widened in shock, not that I could blame her of course, enchantments on a blade that was possessed by a nobody? Unheard of. I had to get out, preferably now, before Hephaistos asked questions that would be rather uncomfortable to answer
I thanked the Loki Familia and started walking to Babel. But within seconds of my turning, Hephaistos called out, "Hey, You. STOP" Hephaistos shouted. Tartarus, I hadn't prepared myself for this. I sighed and started to sprint. The sword princess quickly on my tail.

And CUT
Well that's the chapter finished. I'm planning on doing a little bit more each chapter so I don't burn myself out as I did on my last fic.
This will mainly be a Bell P.O.V unless I specify otherwise
Also apologies in advance for the switches between Third and First Person.
Anyways hope you enjoyed and I'll bid you adieu