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by Patrick E. Phalanx and Roebuck stood in an empty warehouse building far out on the docks. They had followed the directions given to them by Eric precisely as they were written down. However the two great warriors had only found this abandoned warehouse at the end of a trap infested tunnel. In the warehouse they had found two men standing watch. After quickly killing them they took a long detailed look at the building only to find it to be an old warehouse on the docks. The place was abandoned. �Man this sucks,� Phalanx said in an angry tone. �We go through all that work with those two punks and all we get is a night full of wandering through the sewers.� �Wait till I get my hands on those two, they will be sorry!� Roebuck said throwing one of his broadswords into the very unsteady wooden door. * * * * * Lord Weber sat on his new thrown in his home city of Twinrivers, the place that birthed Lord Phil and himself. It had been two and a half weeks since the death of his dear friend Lord Phillip Odura. When him and Eric woke up they had found themselves fully healed and Phil�s sword laid next to them. Daerlon had awoken them and told about how he tried to stop the two sorceresses. He did not know what Phil had done, but they all knew that he was dead and that he had won the battle and the war. Daerlon had offered both him and Eric high standing positions and great paying jobs if they would stay in the city with him. They had refused so that they could return home and tell Phil�s sister and the rest of the Odura house what had happened to their lord. After a few days of being home the town wanted to make Weber king because he was the lord of the now most powerful noble house and the old king had died in his sleep. Eric went off to an academy in nearby Coldon Dale to learn the arts of swordplay, mostly because Phil attended there for ten years. It was the end of the day and Weber was finally alone to sit in peace as he thought over everything he would have to deal with tomorrow. His large thrown room was quite nice and held paintings of great kings of old on the walls and beautiful statues carved into the pillars holding up the high ceiling. A huge balcony came off of the sidewall allowing Weber to watch as the sun went down in the west. It truly was a beautiful time, he only wished the true king could be here to watch it. Weber turned his attention to the two huge, ornately carved doors came open. His aid Edwin stepped into the room. Edwin took a low bow that made his long black hair sweep the ground. �Sir, I am sorry to disturb you when you finally get some peace, but a diplomat has just arrived for the first time from the great city Suza. He says that it is a matter of great urgency.� �From Suza you say?� Weber asked not too surprised sense he had made friends with the king of that huge trading city. �Yes my lord.� �Well then what is you doing standing around here talking to me for! Let him in!� Weber said jumping to his feet. Edwin bowed as he backed out, �So sorry sir.� Weber sat back down when the doors closed only to jump back to his feet when he heard a voice call, �You really should be nicer to your help, they tend to be more respectful that way.� Weber watched in stunned silence as none other than Lord Phillip Odura walked in to his thrown room. �What are you doing here?� Weber asked before he even thought about what to say. Phil laughed as he watched his good friend, now king go pale. �I live here actually.� �But�but what about the diplomat from Suza? And aren�t you dead?� Weber asked going back to his throne. �Well I am now diplomat of Suza. I usually work in Joray, but this is a special mission. I did in fact die, but my sword absorbed a piece of my soul so that I am able to return to the world of life. It really was a great plan of my mother. Enchant a sword that absorbs part of your soul when you use a magic that consumes your soul and in the end kills you. I wish that I could have met here. I had been trapped in limbo, a place between the living and dead. It took me awhile to get out because I still had a soul in the world of the living but also I had one with me in limbo. Finally I found out how to get the part in limbo out, giving me two weeks to get my other part of my soul back before both parts joined in the spirit world.� �So as a diplomat, why are you here? We have never had a diplomat from Suza before.� �Actually I am here for my sword that you brought back with you, I have until the sun goes down to get my soul before I die again. If you keep treating people like you do me though, you aren�t ever going to get any diplomats from Suza to come here.� Phil climbed the few steps to his friends throne. �Oh, sorry, I was just shocked at seeing you alive again.� Weber said a little ashamed. �Its okay, but I will never be alive again if you don�t give me my sword.� �Okay,� Weber said a little irritated by his nagging friend. Weber walked to the wall behind him where a table stood. On the table sat a box made of gold and silver that Weber reached into. From the box he handed his friend back the white sword that was his symbol. �Live again my friend,� Weber whispered handing Phil the sword in manner of respect, handle out. �Thanks my friend.� Phil took the sword up in both hands swinging it around to see if it was indeed his sword. Satisfied that this was the sword that had his soul, Phil plunged the sword into his own heart. Weber cried out in shock, but didn�t go close to his friend. Phil stood perfectly still as his body started to glow white as his soul was again returned to him. When he was finished, the again living Lord Odura pulled the sword from his body, fully healed. �Well I really must be going, it was good to talk with you again old friend,� Phil said sheathing the sword and heading for the door. Weber stood slack jawed as he watched a man rose from the dead walk back to his work as if nothing ever happened. With a sigh he went back to his chair glad to see his friend alive and well, but not happy to tell the whole city that their great noble hero was not really dead. They would call him a fool and say he was seeing things or that he was sleeping on the job. |