Kitt raised his left hand in front of him, palm open, facing the orange field, while his right hand remained at his side, balled into a fist. He closed his eyes, and visibly relaxed, a look of serenity washing over his features. Suddenly he opened his eyes, a look of stern determination on his face. �Come to me!� he commanded.
Then, from the top of the pyramid, a new energy poured down, a golden color. It trickled down on all three sides, the low hum of the energy replaced now by a large buzzing, sparks began to crackle. The pyramid had previously glowed with gentle light, but now it radiated an incredible amount of luminance equal to that of even the sun. The comparatively dim light of the torches lost in the glare, Vekia struggled to adjust her eyes to the light. She saw a dark figure, Kitt�s outline on the light. His features came into view and she was amazed he was still staring straight ahead, the same look of determination on his face. He was motionless, unblinking and unflinching. Vekia was about to call out to him, when the light from the pyramid grew even stronger in intensity once again, leaving her blind once again. Vekia covered her eyes, peeking out once or twice, trying to see, but the light was so strong it blinded her. She was going frantic, worrying for her apprentice�s safety. But after a few seconds the light began to fade, and finally died down to nothing. Vekia�s eyes now had to adjust to the relative darkness her simple torches provided. She saw Kitt on the other side of the frame. His arm was extended forward still, eyes wide, admiring the item in his hand. The silver of metal reflected the torchlight. Kitt felt the cloth-like softness that made the handle.
In his hands, Kitt held a blade. Not quite a sword, but more than a dirk, however it was more like the latter than the former. The blade of the weapon was glimmering now, fading quickly. It was three triangles instead of the flat shaft most, actually, all swords were. The blade was, ironically, nothing more than an elongated pyramid. It was almost two feet long, but not quite. About three quarters from the top of the blade, near where it joined to the hilt, it melded into a soft blue, almost a glow by its tint. The hilt itself was mesmerizing as well, a crescent where it fitted the blade, instead of the flat joint most swords had. The hold was red, as if stained with blood, and cylindrical to match the tall, extended pyramid of a blade it supported. Apparently a one handed weapon, but Vekia noted it could be used with two if the situation called for it. Kitt�s eyes, the deepest blue Vekia had ever seen them, revealed his awe.
�What�what is this, master?� he asked in disbelief.
�An amazing discovery, Kitt,� she replied, barely able to hide the fact she was even more astonished than he was, �It appears to be a weapon of some kind.�
�But how?� Kitt asked, �How could this have happened?�
�I am uncertain,� admitted Vekia, �I have never heard of such a thing happening before.� She walked over to her apprentice, �But I am certain it is a weapon.�
�This thing?� Kitt questioned, �How could this thing be a weapon? It has three sides, it couldn�t possibly cut anything. And it�s far too light to damage anything by sheer force.�
�Why do you not test it on this frame?� suggested Vekia, motioning to the pyramid, �We do not need this anymore, it is expendable do not worry.�
�Alright,� said Kitt. He raised the weapon above his head, holding it with both hands. He swung down at his right side, there was a soft thud as it sliced into the wood, then a clang as the blade hit the floor, Kitt felt the reverberations in his hands, but only momentarily, and they weren�t even that strong. Kitt looked at the frame. �How in the..?� The blade had cut through the frame with as clean a cut as any knife Kitt had seen. The frame of the pyramid wavered, but stood firm. Losing one length wasn�t lethal to the structure.
Vekia stepped back, �Perhaps you should try horizontally,� she suggested. Kitt took it again in both hands, reassuring his grip on the hilt, and swung the blade left to right. There was the tiny slicing sound again, followed by a clatter as the top half of the structure fell to the floor, cut in two halves. Kitt stared admiringly, then bewildered at the dirk in his hands. He held it in his right hand, and extended it it�s full length. Oddly enough, he found it didn�t quite reached the other side of the frame across from him. It was inches off, but the wood had been cut nonetheless.
�It doesn�t reach�� he observed, his voice more curiosity than confusion. �Vekia�� he began, but she had anticipated his question already.
�I am not certain,� said Vekia as she entered deep thought, �but if I must guess, then I assume the blade sliced it almost instinctively, as if it had a sort of invisible extension.� Her eyes lit up with sudden revelation, �Kitt, was it your intention to hit the frame?�
�Well, not exactly. I assumed it would, but I guess I was wrong.� He paused, looking to his master�s face for clues, �Or was I? What causes that?�
�Kitt,� said Vekia, her voice revealing a bit of excitement, surprise, and perhaps the slightest hint of fear, �I believe you have been linked with your weapon.�
�What?�
�Linked,� repeated the sorceress. She shook her head, realizing Kitt probably had no idea what she meant. �It is an ancient warrior trait, the weapon and the warrior are perfectly matched, and share the same energy. Normal mages, like I am, need to infuse our magic into our familiar,� she held up her pendant for Kitt to see, �if I do not, it is relatively worthless. But the Link is a warrior trait more than a mage trait, you do not have to consciously place your spirit into the weapon. Your energy patterns match exactly, so it is unnecessary. It actually makes sense, for the Link has not been seen en-masse since the days when men forged their own swords, and did not get them from a blacksmith.�