He hurried down before the sea as he stared into the waters. He ran his gaze through and after a while he spotted a rock further in which the sword was stuck and the head of the sword was pure white in colour as it illuminated nothing but maintained its bright white colour.
When Stephen saw the sword he admired it as he had a deep longing to take it but was not sure how, since it was far and the waters were so great.
"Who are you?" He heard a deep voice behind him as he turned around swiftly and spotted a man dressed in a white clothing as his hair was also white in colour.
When he saw the man he immediately recalled that he had seen someone in a similar manner from his vision.
'It's the sorcerers. what will I do, this is real and is no dream,' he thought to himself, frightened since
