“Gods and demons, I knew those bastards would be looking for me after Shojin saw me at the smithy but I had no idea they’d get the word out this fast.” She shook the chain into a merry jingle. “I need a sheath for you, I’ll have to gather some appropriate materials before we leave here.”
She got a distinct sense that this new blade didn’t want to be sheathed. Like some newborn babies she had seen, Shadowsliver wanted to be held. Well, she’d have to work on that. For now, Callindra was simply thrilled to have her partner and soulmate back. She would take him however she could get him.
They had been following the Hand for days, following a grueling pace and still they had no idea how close they were to their destination. Callindra was beginning to feel apprehension about their destination though. When they consulted their maps, she looked along the line of their travel and the only place that was directly in their path was Citadel Adbar.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we seem to be aimed straight at a place we don’t want to visit.” She said after yet another uneventful day of travel.
Vilhylm gave her a questioning look and she winced, remembering his connection to the Countess who they had failed to protect. Tryst seemed to understand and opened his mouth to speak, but she was faster.
“The only city along our current line of travel is the one surrounding the Citadel Adbar.” She said, “I can’t imagine that the Countess Adbar didn’t get infected with the Abyssal disease at random, not if there is a piece of our puzzle there.”
She almost regretted her words when she saw the ashen look on Vil’s face, but it needed to be spoken aloud. “I don’t want us to walk into anything with our eyes closed.” Callindra said, “I’m sorry Vil, but we need to look at this right in the face. She was under the control of the Abyss and if her citadel is also, we are in serious trouble.”
Visibly shaking off his dark mood, Vilhylm nodded. “It would be foolish to enter into the situation blind. How would we know without going in though? Her infection was so subtle we never even saw it. Not even Tryst saw it.”
“We can try to form a plan once we get a good look at the place.” Cronos said, “There’s no reason to panic before we see the lay of the land. Let’s go in with our guard up but without any preconceived ideas about what we’ll find. That way we’ll be more likely to see anything unusual.”
“Good idea Cronos.” Tryst said, “There is no reason to judge the situation until we see it for ourselves.”
“Yeah. Maybe.” Callindra didn’t sound convinced. “You all can keep an open mind. I’m going to keep my guard up.”
“When are you going to make a sheath for that sword sister?” Cronos asked, giving her a quizzical look. “I don’t think that’s a very safe way of carrying it.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Callindra reached up to touch Shadowsliver’s hilt over her right shoulder. Just touching his hilt gave her a thrill of happiness that was only slightly spoiled by the tickle of his edges cutting into her skin. Instead of a sheath, she had begun simply tucking her sword between her skin and her armor. He seemed very pleased with the arrangement, but unfortunately she was acquiring an unsettling number of small cuts every time she moved.
“Isn’t it cutting you?” He asked, “That edge makes my shaving razor look dull.”
“Yeah. But it’s not a big deal.” She said, “I just haven’t found the right leather yet and I like to keep him close.”
“You realize that sounds a little unbalanced right?” He said, giving her a wry look. “That thing is chained to your wrist. It’s not like it can go anywhere.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever understand what it’s like Cronos.” Callindra said, “This goes beyond the relationship you have with your blades. He is my life.”
“Yeah, but why let ‘him’ cut you? You’re crazy sister.” He said with a grin. “What the hell kind of relationship is that?”
They crested a small rise and saw a deep valley below with a wide trade road entering a fortified city. Dozens of wagons were coming and going. The scene was so completely normal that it put Cronos and Callindra on edge as much as it seemed to relax Tryst and Vilhylm.