Chapter 24: [24]:Arthur’s
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Finally, one of them answered and immediately he grasped at it, feeling the pulling in his mind as he imbued it into the sword, channeling the Persona slowly into the blade. Like flowing water the weapon began to change, the steel running down like molten wax as the entity within it sought to morph it into the aspect it represented. Soon, the blade barely resembled a blade at all.
He looked down at the altered sword and fought hard not to smile.
Her name had once been Clarent. Placed on the shoulders of righteous knights who knelt to receive their knighthoods from a legendary king. Carried in peacetime to attend joyous ceremonies and solemn occasions. And while she could not match the splendor and magnificence that was her sister sword, Excalibur, Clarent had her own unique beauty to her, a modest, humble beauty that drew men of dignity and loyalty from far away lands to gaze upon her majesty. For while Excalibur was the martial prowess of Arthur made in blade form, the long reach of his wrath taken shape, Clarent represented a different set of ideals entirely. Peace. Balance. Harmony. It was for that reason Arthur never took her into battle, never unsheathed her to draw blood, never used her as a sword should be used. She would forever be an ornament instead of a weapon, but that did not take away from her grandeur. A virgin blade embodied the soul of a kingdom that no longer needed war to guard its borders or blood to maintain the safety of its people.
And the people loved her for it.