Power was the only word that described what was surging through me. It was a rush that I had once felt long ago when I was a hero.
What is your name? a voice called in my head.
“Seth,” I replied.
It chuckled.“Ah, Seth a hero another chosen of Mangrala. I am Solace.”
“What did it mean another?”
We exited together no longer feeling the constraints of fear, anger or pain. It had to be the sword that was taking these feelings away from me. The girl’s eyes swell as she looked at me as though I was a living god. Even I was a bit surprised to see the change within. I replaced my old iron sword with the one I had drawn from the lake Solace. Resting it down inside the cave I placed Solace in its sheath.
“Nice,” it said as it shaped seem to change to fit in. “I will feed of your pain, your an
