# The Emerald Blade (Bards Tales #1)

Author: Niyol Raindancer
Tags: Poetry

Upon autumns wake, the forest a crimson gold,&nbsp;

a shiver sent through the gale, rustling the skeletal&nbsp;

branches that were ripped bare. A pale moon&nbsp;

shown bright unto the night of cold stars.&nbsp;

A whistling echoed through the night,&nbsp;

a tune heard only by a warrior as he passes&nbsp;

on by. the old hunting trail that he strayed onto&nbsp;

when leaving the path. He walked and walked&nbsp;

until he found, an ancient shrine built to to withstand&nbsp;

Nature's wrath. He dismounts his steed and continues&nbsp;

on foot, until he finds &nbsp;the entrance does he learn&nbsp;

its way was blocked by a pile of ash and soot.&nbsp;

He draws out his sword, for fear of it be a curse,&nbsp;

to waken a creature of darkness in which he must&nbsp;

fight, but alas nothing happened, so he took a torch&nbsp;

and brought forth light. He moved past the ashes,&nbsp;

and pushed away the door, and into the shrine&nbsp;

of Balor did the young warrior find himself in.&nbsp;

Deeper and deeper did he go, deep into the shrine's bowls.&nbsp;

He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he zigged and he zagged&nbsp;

through the labyrinth like walls. Urns upon urns were found stalked here

&nbsp;and there. Ancient books long since forgotten, until at last he came&nbsp;

upon a set of doors, he had to find the key in which would let him pass,&nbsp;

he searched and searched, but try as he might no key was to be found,&nbsp;

and so he wasn't able to pass. He sat down just for a minute, to gaze upon

&nbsp;the large wooden doors. When thus he learned its secret, the key was&nbsp;

to speak in ancient tongue long since forgotten.&nbsp;

"Bex wah thy zul, ahrk vos zey rahn"&nbsp;

&nbsp;

The words echoed as the man stood and waited,&nbsp;

when suddenly a rumble was heard, he wasn't sure&nbsp;

what awaited. He drew out his sword, for a clash and a

roar was heard.The ash pile by the shrine door stirred and&nbsp;

shifted, forming a large crypted beast, it began to sniff its way

&nbsp;through the maze, the ash and soot becoming furred.&nbsp;

The beast caught the scent and rushed on forward, as the young&nbsp;

warrior walked further into the shrine, to find a sword, which&nbsp;

in which was made of green metal, which looked like jade,&nbsp;

but alas it was emerald, a shimmering green stone. That&nbsp;

reminded him of the trees in spring time, or of the Kings emerald&nbsp;

throne.&nbsp;

With a growl did the beast make its presence known. The male&nbsp;

with a fright grabbed the sword and pulled it from its stone,&nbsp;

staring into the eyes of the beast lost and alone.&nbsp;

The beast roared and the beast hissed,&nbsp;

he seemed rather pissed. The man took the sword,&nbsp;

with a &nbsp;sling and a wave, clang and clash did the mighty&nbsp;

blade. The beast howled and wailed in pain&nbsp;

all seemed in vane. The beast let out a roar&nbsp;

of defeat, disappearing into the mist, the man&nbsp;

standing there the sword still in his fist. Victorious&nbsp;

was he and an emerald blade he now possessed,&nbsp;

A goddess of Nature came worth, and said.&nbsp;

&nbsp;"The sword you have is blessed, with&nbsp;

my ancient divine powers, &nbsp;carry this sword

&nbsp;young warrior, and every tree plant and even the flowers

&nbsp;are at your beckoning," &nbsp;And with that the deity was gone,&nbsp;

standing where she once stood was a young fawn. The&nbsp;

fawn led the way,showing the warrior the way out, taking&nbsp;

him upon a different path, a different rout. Safe and sound&nbsp;

was the young warrior, as he now carried with him

&nbsp;the Emerald Blade&nbsp;

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