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light to see. He stood in the middle of the room, over a carpet, and closed his
eyes. It seemed easier that way. Only seconds later he walked over to a rug on
the floor and knocked on it with his sword.
    “Listen.”
    “Hollow,” said Kelln. He started pulling back the rug,
almost knocking Darius off his feet.
    In quick fashion they pulled up a secret door that led to a
steep stairway down under the room. They both stood for a minute looking around
the room. Kelln ran over to grab a book off the closest desk.
    “What?” glared Darius. “You can't take that.”
    “It's only one. It might come in handy someday when we
travel. Call it a souvenir of our greatest adventure . . . so far.” Kelln
smiled. “Anyway. Are you going to leave the sword here?”
    Darius was silent.
    “I didn’t think so.”
    With that, they headed down the narrowing stairs to a small
tunnel. The sword still glowed, lighting their way. If possible, it was even
darker there in the small, dusty tunnel than back in the room. They were not
sure where they were; somewhere between various walls in the old
castle-turned-school. The building had been constructed over 250 years before.
At first, it had been used as an ambassador’s castle of sorts. Ambassadors and
other important people from countries far and close had stayed here waiting to
do business with the king and his councilors and wizards. King Edward’s father,
King Charles, had built a newer building closer to the castle. At that time,
this old castle had been made into a school.
    A few old wooden doors in dark, recessed doorways dotted the
sides of the tunnel. At the end of it all hung a metal door, larger than the
others. Running to the potential exit, Darius reached it first and tried to
pull it open by its large handle. Nothing! It seemed to be locked.
    “Try the sword on the door,” said Kelln.
    Darius put the sword in the slit between the door and the
doorframe. He brought the blade up to the top of the door and brought it down
with as much force as he was able. They heard a cracking sound and sparks flew
out from the door frame. Darius shielded his eyes for a moment as the sword brightened
again. The lock cut in half.
    Kelln pulled on the heavy door a few times before it came
open. Water drops flew inside, dotting their faces with the heavy drizzle that
hung in the spring air. They both glanced at the sword and without saying
anything Darius started to hack away at the bushes around the hidden doorway.
Ten feet later they found themselves standing in mud up to their ankles, next
to a small hill in the back of the school property. The archery fields and
small sports stadium were a little over the rise to the east.
    “That sword is fantastic,” exclaimed Kelln. “What does it
feel like?”
    Darius ran his forefinger up and down over the astonishing
sword. There was not even a scratch on it, and it sat in perfect balance in his
hand. He still experienced the power flowing over him.
    He handed the sword over to Kelln. “Here.”
    Kelln took hold, the sword dimming to its original gold
shine. Kelln waved the sword in the air a few times. With his dad being a
master sword maker, he knew the value of a good sword. He had spent many days
throughout the years helping his father in the forge. It was tedious work that
bored Kelln.
    “Do you feel anything?” asked Darius.
    “Nothing, though my dad would love to see this. Its
workmanship is flawless and the balance is perfect. If this was used as a
pattern, we would be able to arm our men better against any attacks from Arc or
Gildan.”
    “I have heard of problems in our own Realm. Down south in
Belor.”
    Kelln frowned. “So have I, but I don’t like the way my
father is talking about it.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Kelln handed the sword back. “Nothing. Forget it. “
    Darius could tell his friend didn’t want to talk about it.
It was rare that Kelln didn’t want to talk, as besides getting into troublesome
adventures,