Tim is a freelance writer, poet, artist and storyteller. He always tries to find and include lessons for everyone in his writing.
I stood there for what seemed like an hour trying to think of something to say. In the end I did the only thing which came to mind. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.
“I see we rendered the boy speechless.” Said Knor.
“Boy...I’m not a boy.” I stammered.
Selda snickered. Under different circumstances I’d find her attractive but in my newly found perturbed state...well she was still attractive.
“Don’t get you trousers in a bunch,” said Knor. “To me anyone who is not 100 years old is a boy.”
“Okay, now can you tell me as to why I’m here.”
“It’s a long story but I’ll make it short for time constraints.” Said Knor. “Why are you looking at me like that.”
“Sorry, just trying to get used to a cow talking to me. Please continue.”
“Okay, about a week ago my assistant and I got news of a warrior race, The Kinche…”
“The Golden guy…”
“Yes...he was one of the ones who destroyed your little city.”
“Well Dyn Kander if you would let me finish…”
“Oh sorry…my momma always said I...well anyway... go ahead.”
“Okay,” Said Knor, “Oh yeah by the way where is your sidekick Kyla?”
“Umm...she’s off...visiting her dad the king.”
“Good,” said Selda.”
I looked at her and she blushed.
Knor looked over at Selda then back at me. “Well anyway, she is not currently needed.”
Just a little light moved through the darkened forest.
“What is that?” Said Knor.
Selda pulled a sword from her behind her as if it had materialized out of thin air.
“Woe...hold up.” I stepped in front of Selda. “I think I know what...who,it is.”
Just then a pixie came flying out of the tree. “Oh, here you are. Do you know I've been looking all over for you since the town…”
Wren stopped as she realized I wasn’t alone.
“Wren this Knor and her assistant Selda.”
“Welcome.” Said Knor.
“A talking cow...wow I’ve never seen one of those before.”
“Wren….mind your manners.” I looked at Selda and Knor. “This is my...well friend Wren.”
“I still can’t get over a…” Wren looked at me. “Okay, okay I’ll be quiet.”
She fluttered over to a nearby tree branch and sat down.
Knor and Selda looked from her back to me.
“She can be a little bit mouthy at times.”
“Hey, I heard that…”
“Wren…” I said.
“Okay, okay...getting quiet again. Sitting on my branch.”
“Back to you Knor.” I said.
“Where was I?” Knor said. “Oh yes...how we came to be here. Like I started to say. About a week ago I learned of the raid on Pantor. The Kinche were coming for you...well to be more concise, your sword.”
“My sword...she has been gone for a while now. I set the entity of the sword free a long time ago and the sword itself is hidden in my mom’s house in the woods."
“Well then we must be on our way there.” Said Knor.
“What is the rush? Like I said the sword is hidden and it is just an ordinary run of the mill sword now.”
I saw a little anger flare in the cows eyes.
“You don’t understand Dyn Kander. The Kinche have a way of reuniting a sword with the entity assigned to the sword. If they should do that they would have a formidable weapon.”
“I thought when I activated the sword it was attached only to me.”
“You are only partially correct.” Chimed in Wren.
“The pixie is correct.” Replied Knor.
“Hey, I know I’m correct or I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“Okay!” I said, “What are you two talking about?”
“When you let the sword entity go.” Knor said
“Althea, her name was Althea.”
“Whatever,” Said Knor. “When you let her go the sword contract was voided. Control of the sword goes to whoever can unite the two again.”
“I don’t want them united again...I freed her for a reason. Althea deserves a life of her own.”
“Hey, when do I get to go free?” Chimed in Wren.
I looked over at the branch she was sitting on. “I told you a long time ago you were free to go. You’re the one who said you owed me. I’d miss you if you left but you can go anytime you want.”
Wren looked at me and smiled. “I think I’m going to take a little time to myself to mull this over.” With that she flew off into the woods.
“Now can we get back to our previous conversation?” Said Knor. .
“I guess. I having else pressing on my schedule at the moment. So what you're to say is the sword can be reunited with its infused entity which is them reunited with the swords chosen sword bearer.
“Yes.” Chided Knor."It is exactly what I''m sating if you took the time to listen.
""You're such a bitter old cow."
"I'd rather be a bitter old cow than a youngish naive lad who takes his duties less seriously than he should."
Then it dawned on me I needed to get to my mother's house ans soon. “Crap...we better get on the road.”
"Where to? Asked Selda.
"My mother's house."
We spent the next two days traveling on foot through the woods. We didn’t want to use the cows teleportation spell to get us there because we didn't want to attract attention.
“So you were telling me right after you arrived into the city of Ranthor the Golden Guys attacked so you had to quickly pull me out. Then somewhere in the process you dropped me in the woods then came back for me.”
“Yes,” Said Knor, but we’ve been over this a thousand times. Is not the house near here?”
“Yes, just up around the bend and back off the road.”
We rounded a corner in the road. I waved my hand and some branches parted revealing a path off the road.
"The house is right up this way. I felt something heavy hit me in the back of the head and everything went black. I woke to find myself lying on the trail to my mom’s house. The cow and the girl were gone.
“Crap...I always pick the wrong people to hang out with.”
Present company accepted.” I hope.
I lifted my head to find Althea standing there in the middle of the road.
“Wait...what are you doing here?”
“I heard your city was attacked by the Kinche so I went there but you were not in your small apartment. When I didn’t find you I ran into Wren who said you were in the woods with a cow and a pretty girl. So I came looking for you and saw you on the trail.
I sensed something weird in the cow and girl so I waited and followed.”
“You’ve been behind us for two days.”
“No and yes...I figured you were coming here so went on ahead. Wren had also told me that you and the cow were talking about my sword. I got a bad feeling so I came and planted a different sword just in case. Good thing too, they ransacked the house, found the fake sword and left.”
“So where is my sword...I mean your sword?”
She pulled the sword from behind her back. “Right here.”
She handed the sword to me.
“I want you to reactivate the sword and pull me back in.”
“No, I can’t. I set you free.”
“But Dyn it is the only way to keep me...the sword from falling into the wrong hands. I don’t anyone else being able to use my power but you.”
I let out a long sigh. “I guess you’re right...but when this is over I”m letting you go again.”
I rubbed my hand across the runes on the sword. It started to glow. The next thing I knew the sword flashed. I woke up once again. Althea was still there.
“It didn’t work?”
“It worked. I am now one with the sword again.”
“What is wrong?”
“I just realized that now you’re activated again…”
“Yeah...yeah but more concerning is the fact that I am now once again the Reluctant Druid of these lands. So we have to figure out what is going on and quickly. I don't want this job for too long. Remember what happened the last time I was a druid protector?”
“Oh suck it up and let's be on our way.”
“I see the sarcastic Althea is back too.”
© 2020 Timothy Whitt
Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on May 22, 2020:
Thank you. I’m working on part 3 now.
Moin Khan Muzammil from 404, Barkat Apartments, Paachli Oli, Morabhagal, Rander, Surat, Gujarat, India on May 22, 2020:
Amazing! I like the way you sprinkle surprises. Keep Writing!
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on May 22, 2020:
Part One got me in, and this was a very interesting piece of fantasy fiction, Tim. Well done.