Red bowed her head in sadness, tears falling on their own, as she hymned a prayer to her deities to send the poor huntsman safely to the afterlife. Memories of after the Wolf’s attack flooding back to her. The huntsman had indeed saved her from the Wolf but, it was only after that that her mother had revealed him to being her father. The huntsman had taken responsibility after that and during her apprenticeship acted as her teacher in the martial arts and guide to natural and supernatural creatures. She slowly stood up, wiped away her tears and gazed upon her father’s corpse, glancing back at his prized silver swords, named Scissors as she recalled, still in the her father’s grasp. Immediately her mind remembered his lycanthropy lessons at
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No sooner did her hands grasp the handles the runes along the blades glowed, an intense silvery-blue and a surge of energy that originated from the swords coursed through her, the full weight of their power coming down on her causing her legs to buckle, leaving her exhausted in a kneeling position. Catching her breath, Red felt a hand on her head and a soft voice call out to her. “My poor Red”, the voice whispered “I knew that you would take up Scissors one day”. Red looked up to see her father’s ghost standing before her as he had looked in life, “it is unfortunate that it had to happen so soon”. Tears willed up as Red stared blankly “What happened to you father?” Her father’s visage sighed “The necromancer and the Wolf ambushed me, they knew I would protect you and your mother at all cost and, since Scissors can only be wielded by one of my bloodline they thought getting rid of me would mean they would not have to deal with silver when they go to kill …show more content…
“Also when you took up the swords they became bound to you, in mind, body, and soul.” He continued. “Do not forget the lessons I have taught you, they will serve you well in the battle to come”. Her father kissed her on the forehead and took a step back “I am so proud of you my daughter”. Suddenly his face hardened as if remembering something important “now you must go to your mother and Grandmother, they must be warned of the necromancer and the Wolf’s
No sooner did her hands grasp the handles the runes along the blades glowed, an intense silvery-blue and a surge of energy that originated from the swords coursed through her, the full weight of their power coming down on her causing her legs to buckle, leaving her exhausted in a kneeling position. Catching her breath, Red felt a hand on her head and a soft voice call out to her. “My poor Red”, the voice whispered “I knew that you would take up Scissors one day”. Red looked up to see her father’s ghost standing before her as he had looked in life, “it is unfortunate that it had to happen so soon”. Tears willed up as Red stared blankly “What happened to you father?” Her father’s visage sighed “The necromancer and the Wolf ambushed me, they knew I would protect you and your mother at all cost and, since Scissors can only be wielded by one of my bloodline they thought getting rid of me would mean they would not have to deal with silver when they go to kill …show more content…
“Also when you took up the swords they became bound to you, in mind, body, and soul.” He continued. “Do not forget the lessons I have taught you, they will serve you well in the battle to come”. Her father kissed her on the forehead and took a step back “I am so proud of you my daughter”. Suddenly his face hardened as if remembering something important “now you must go to your mother and Grandmother, they must be warned of the necromancer and the Wolf’s