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The Chronicles of Domewyrd: 19

VI: The Mystical Anvil: Muurin.

 During the next dawn the ominous sun pierced through the glass castle and awoke everyone simultaneously with a chained-yawn. Elves always operated on a wavelength of unison, which only gave them advantages in times of horrid war.    
 At first light, the king wandered up the stairs to the anvil they spotted during last night's arrival, walking up the spiraling-steps, Mondisi saw a glowing blue hammer, placed atop the anvil, the anvil was covered by a strange gazebo made of glass. 

 The king slowly examined the hammer and placed it in his palm, it was like no hammer he had ever gazed upon. The hammer itself required the wielder to use both hands, and all of their strength, the size of the hammer only complimented this, standing at roughly three-feet-long. 
 The actual hammer, was the most peculiarly, accurate cube he had ever seen, and like the palace below him, was also fashioned of glass. 

 Mondisi lifted the hammer with all of his frail-might, striking the anvil once, Which somehow, shone even brighter than the blue-glass hammer he had found. 

 A cloud of smoke emitted from the point on the anvil where Mondisi had struck the hammer. Glittering moonlit dust, Mondisi pulled back, staring at the hammer, he heard a passing voice that startled him.
 as he glared in awe with an innocent smirk.  The king was spooked, but at the same time in a state of euphoric amazement and jumped as The passing voice whipped around again, and whispered. 

 "Use it on your blade, you dolt." And so the king did, raising his hand, unsheathing his elvan sword, placing it flat on the anvil, he raises his small arms, slamming  the hammer with a pummel and a ferocious grunt. 
 The cloud of smoke again appeared, the moonlight dust was now magnetizing to his sword. Painting, glittering, and enhancing his sword with unknown qualities. Mondisi snatched his blade back up with nervous excitement, watching the moonly-glitter, paint his sword anew. Glowing vibrant and a luminescent blue, he placed the blade against his pale palm. Mondisi screamed as it burned like nothing he had ever felt before, noticing his hand was now bubbling with a searing pain, that he had also never felt before. 

 The King's skin continued to bubble, rising and suddenly hardening, scarred his once beautiful hand. The king clenched his fist, whispering to himself erratically. 

 "And they thought I was mad." The king couldn't help himself just like when he saw his sons in that ridiculous position, but this was no laughing matter. Mondisi cackled insanely, as he waved his sword around, tears streamed downed his face, twirling about in a maddening haze.    
 Mondisi’s escalating laughter echoed throughout the castle walls, as he stomped and danced down the spiral staircase, his laughing grew even louder. 

 Strolling out of the front entrance, The King's aughs were now unsettling and piercing. 
 The Elvan soldiers stood-up from the fire that the brothers had spawned and stood at attention. The soldiers all began running up to him in a horizontal line, 

 "Sir, we are ready to make this kingdom shine more luminous than it already does, sire. You say it we make it happen, by the moon as our witness!"  Just like during the celebration on their vessel.. Mondisi bent down, glaring them all, not as his fellow man, but once again- a delicious prey, with fates he can control like metallic strings attached to his fingers. Connecting into the back of their scalps. 

 After an uncomfortable test of gazing, the king sternly spoke. 
 “Take the vessel, and this letter. Find our kin in our homelands, and let them know I sent for their aid! Mark my words, I will make this kingdom prosper- or so be it, I'll be destroyed by it’s failures, like any captain must do for his.. ship.” the words snaked off of his tongue, a loose sentence he could barely remember. Mondisi azes back, cocking his thin eyebrows- shouting, spitting on their helmets, 

 "WELL? SODDING GET ON WITH IT FUCKING KNIFE-EAR SCUM. WHAT? ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE? DO I NEED TO BREAK YOUR SODDING KNEECAPS? No? Well then, you couldn’t do my bidding, why don’t I send all of your pointy-ears to the ploughing humans, since it’s that the men I lead, take care of, and protect, THAT DON’T FUCKING LISTEN" Suddenly, the king grabs his scalp, his eyes widen, he screams.. a pounding migraine that to him, felt like a spider eating his brain. 

 An enormous spider, that spit acid so that every moment of pain, was amplified, to the point of warping his vision- seeing the world in vibrations. 
 Mondisi felt his vision go blurry, balls of light, and shadows, illuminated in every inch of his fading sight. 

 The sounds dulled and mumbled, time slowed- and that was the last thing the king could remember, before being awoken- by the kin he had previously sent for, lying, confused in his comfy, royally velvet bed. 

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