Path in the Shadows

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Reginald emerged from Zurkaks with his sword Calamity dangling from his waist. As he stepped away from the shadows, he drew the greatsword to see its black blade gleaming in the rays of the sun.

I have to discover its secrets, the young prince thought, before finding a practice dummy and walking towards it.

Holding Calamity with both hands, Reginald brandished his sword, leaving a black trail in its path. He destroys the practice dummy on impact.

The young prince continued practicing, spinning and attacking…when he heard a voice.

“Reginald,” Aslan whispered from a bush.

Reginald’s mind disconnected. He was finally able to let go of the pain over what had happened with his father. After shaking his head, Reginald walked over to the bush.

“Did you find anything that can help us?” Aslan asked.

“I’m going to need more time,” Reginald said, looking at his sword.

“What are you wearing?” Aslan asked.

“I had to find a way to blend in,” Reginald said.

“Good work,” Aslan said, “but the kingdom is in danger. We need to get out of here.”

Reginald felt a strength inside him: the memory of the pain caused by his father, this would be the perfect opportunity to show what he is capable of. “Let’s go.”

Aslan walked over to the horses, hoping Reginald had some information to help them, but the young prince didn’t seem too talkative.

“Anyway…what happened to you?” Aslan said.

“It wasn’t difficult to pretend that I was one of them,” Reginald said, “but I’m going to need more time to uncover their secrets.”

“Time is a luxury we don’t have,” Aslan said.

To the surprise of the knight of light, two guards of darkness were inspecting the horses.

“He is a knight of light,” said one of the guards.

Aslan drew his sword Radiance and grabbed the book hanging from his waist. “Light, protect me.”

Before Aslan had a chance to attack, Reginald passed by him.

Calamity left a trail of darkness before crashing into the guard’s weapon. The clash of black bladed swords turned the atmosphere cold and mysterious.

Aslan was surprised to feel the same chill that he felt in his battle with Ivan.

Reginald spun and attacked again. The impact of the swords threw his opponent to the ground. Then he focused on the other guard.

The black bladed swords clash. Reginald continued stepping forward, pushing his opponent with the force of his attacks.

Aslan looked with surprise. This was the first time he had seen Reginald demonstrate such strength.

The first guard got up and Aslan attacked him. The knight of light fought with ease until he wounded his opponent.

Reginald swung his sword with such force that the guard crashed into a tree before falling unconscious to the ground. He then turned and ran to his horse—leaping to mount it. “We have to get out of here.”

Aslan untied the knots that bound the horses and climbed onto his to follow Reginald.

The prince galloped through the forest. Guiding his horse to find the best way out. Fearing the cold gaze of Lady Night.

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Sebastián Iturralde

Writer of enigmatic tales, weaving captivating narratives that provoke thought and stir the imagination. Unveiling the depths of human experience through words.

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Sebastián Iturralde

Writer of enigmatic tales, weaving captivating narratives that provoke thought and stir the imagination. Unveiling the depths of human experience through words.