THE MINUTE LYE-ASHE stepped into the Ild’dart’it air she instantly felt more powerful. It was good to be home. Now she hoped that with the help of her brother she could capture the power of this goddess. She had once bested several ascended beings when she was younger, so what was one goddess trapped in the Underworld as a Chreuthecal?
Athine felt uneasy about the transformation. Although she knew it was actually just a traveling spell to travel through pools of the dead, she didn’t like the idea of Lye-Ashe thinking that she was now bound to her even if it were not true. Athine was quite impressed that this naïve little Narkurru could have accomplished all she did to gain her power, especially with the things she believed about her abilities. Athine knew this was probably a feeble attempt at a trap, but she didn’t know why.
The walk to Seorithcal’s was long and unusually tiring to Athine. It was hot and everywhere she looked there were molten lava falls. It was indeed a good place to smelt metal.
Seorithcal’s workshop was on an island in the middle of a lava stream. In the distance, you could see him forging weapons of great size. Next to him was a spirit of a man and it was tethered with some kind of chain. The spirit thrashed and pulled, but the large Narkurru only laughed as he marked the blade with glowing glyphs while the spirit was drawn inside. Athine could still hear the screams of the spirit within the blade. Seorithcal threw the weapon into a huge pile. He turned around when he heard Lye-Ashe approach.
“Brother, I have brought you someone in need of your assistance. It seems one of your weapons failed. It is now shattered and the spirit trapped. She would like you to fix it.”
“I no fix weapons, only make them. Weapon breaks, spirit dies or lies shattered. No matter to me. They get what they deserve in the end.”
Lye-Ashe began whispering to her brother in some kind of strange language quickly and quietly. He suddenly didn’t sound like such an oaf. He turned and his demon yellow eyes glinted while he licked his lips as he looked at Athine. Clearly, Athine could see they were not discussing anything of good intent.
“You, little goddess, bring weapon here. I bring out your spirit. I fix him. Ok? You stand there. You watch.”
Seorithcal pointed to the area Athine was to stand in while he worked on the sword. He took a huge moonstone out of his bench and began chanting over the sword pieces. Ever so carefully a shape appeared in agonizing pain. It began to take the form of a young man. Right before it was completely visible Seorithcal threw some of the silver chains around the forming spirit. The spirit yelled out in agony. The Narkurru said some strange words and the spirit settled down some but did not stop fighting the chains.
The spirit writhed around and then caught sight of Athine standing there. He called out to her. Seorithcal yelled at the spirit to be quiet. But this enraged Athine. If this was her Is’che’aiq he had no right to yell at him. He was hers to command and hers alone. Athine left the spot she was told to stand in and got closer to the bound spirit.
“Yes, Athine. I am the spirit in your sword known as Is’che’aiq.”
Lye-Ashe yelled at Athine to stand back away from the spirit, as he was a particularly dangerous spirit.
“What do you mean, Lye-Ashe?”
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