Chapter 12 – Hopes and Dreams

Aslar, a farm boy who chose the path of righteousness, devoted himself to the army to protect the people of Khabad, and be one with justice. Through his hardship, and to become what he dreamed of, to be one day a hero, he chose the class paladin, a protector, and because he was hardworking, he even climbed up through the ranks. Aslar was now a Captain with his own subordinates.

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In the throne room of the Cathedral, when the Divine Providence Elous was gone, they immediately spread the news around the city, and their neighboring cities.

The Pope was the one who tried to enter the pillar of light where the Holy Sword – Thunder Steel Eternal- was, he moved closer, and closer, but every time he gets near to the light barrier (pillar of light) his steps became heavier, and heavier.

All the people inside the throne room can see the struggling face of the pope, until the pope reached the barrier of light, but he can’t even enter the barrier, even a strand of hair was forbid to enter. He gathered all of his strength to try one more push, but the barrier was so solid even the highest tier of magic won’t do anything to it. *that’s what he thought* He then gave up from entering the pillar of light.

He goes back to his throne, and ordered all of the people inside the Cathedral to try their luck, even the monks where given a chance. All of the Clergy were now in line, and tried their best to enter the pillar, but the same as the Pope, they all failed.

When all of the Clergy were finished trying, the Cathedral was now open for the people, this will be the first time that they will let an outsider (individual who’s not part of the Clergy) (Clergy-the church people*LOL*) enter the Cathedral, specially the throne room where the Pope/Archbishop was. The inside, and outside of the Cathedral were now flooded with people, the exits were to the sides of the Cathedral, and the only entrance was the front. In the Throne room, only a single line was permitted.

All that tried to enter the pillar of light failed, from the General of the Army, to the General, Lieutenant General, Major General to the lowest rank– Private, the Guards; Even the Kings of the neighboring city came to the city with all of their Soldiers.

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King Lucius Carvilius: King of Ceray Stronghold

King Gallio Caerellius: King of Coabluff,City of Light

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They both met each other at the entrance of the Cathdral.

Lucius: “King Gallio Caerellius, An old friend, really old in did..”

Gallio: “Trying to be funny as always, my old friend, but I’m just 3 yrs older that you. Hahahaha”

For a moment, the time stops at the entrance where the 2 Kings were. All the people are just looking at them, and listening to them. The 2 kings finished their greetings and entered the Cathedral.

*While walking at the hallway to the Throne Room*

Gallio: “Haven’t seen you since ages, maybe the next time that we’ll meet, let’s try sparing again.”

Lucius: “What?! You want to spar with me? Aren’t you too old for that kind of things?? HAHAHAHA”

Gallio: “That “being old” jokes again. HA HA.”

Lucius: “hahaha, you’re welcome anytime at my castle, the last time that we spar was, I beating you up.hahaha”

Gallio: “hahaha, it can’t be called beaten up, it’s more likely a draw.”

Lucius: “hahaha, sure it’s a “draw”. But things got really busy and all. Maybe after this well spar. We still need to plan for the war. And it seemed like Prince Mettius didn’t came along? ”

Gallio: “My son Mettius did came along, because he was practicing his skills day, and night to prepare for war, since he won’t see your daughter if he comes along, he decided to just stay, he said that he thinks that he’s not worthy of the Holy sword.”

Lucius: “Hahaha, that boy of your’s lack confident to himself, hahaha”

Gallio: “Well that boy who lacks confidence will also be your son,hahaha”

Lucius: “hahaha, you’re right, but his smart and I know he’ll be a good King, when our kingdom becomes one after the marriage of my daughter and your son, since I don’t have any son to be my heir”

The hallway was merry when the two kings were talking to each other. They finally entered the Throne room and the 2 kings gave their greetings to the Pope,

Both Kings: “We give our most humble greetings to the Pope”

Gallio: “Pope, you looked like you’re in the best of health.”

Lucius: “Yeah, you seemed like you hitting the bucket any time soon, hahaha”

Pope Bastien: “Ahhahaha, being funny as always Lucius, I hoped that one of you will be the one that can wield the Holy Sword, I give you the best of luck my friends.”

The two kings bowed their head, and move closer to the Holy Sword. All the people that were in line, were now surrounding the Kings, and were watching.

King Gallio was the first who tried to get closer to the barrier, he closed his eyes, and starts to pray to God, he starts moving closer, he was walking with ease unlike the pope who was struggling to move closer to the barrier. Gallio was now very close to the barrier; he raised his right hand, and slowly touches the barrier, when the skin of his hands touches the barrier it cracked a little.

All the people that were watching was now dumbfounded of the scene. The pope was watching closely, and hoping that the barrier with be broken, and the Holy sword will be claimed. But King Gallion was now struggling to even make the crack bigger. *it’s just a false hope, don’t do it anymore -Elous* Gallion gave up, and went back next to Lucius.

Gallion: “I guess it’s your turn my friend, good luck” then he pat Lucius shoulder.

Lucius: “I’ll give my very best, this time I’ll be serious”

King Lucius suddenly dashed closer to the sword, he was like Gallion, he was moving closer to the barrier with ease, and then he pushed the barrier with all of his strength with both hands. The result were amazing *to the spectator*, the barrier had a huge crack, and everyone was hoping, and praying that the barrier will gave up, . . . . . but it was the opposite. King Lucius was now losing strength, and the crack was now being repaired. *that’s what they think, that it really “cracked” but it was just an illusion, but the real barrier was undamaged,it’s just to give them a little hope hahaha –Elous* Lucius was on his knees and panting hard, King Galloin moved closer to King Lucius, and gave him a hand. The spectators were all talking to each other.

Man: “What?, is that it?”

Man2: “Even the kings are not worthy of the Holy Sword.”

Woman: “I was hoping that even one of them would break through that barrier, but the result where unexpected.”

Man3: “Tsk!! What a waste of time, those kings are fools, they think they’re worthy of that sword, being friend with the Pope.HUH!! Serves them right.” *LOL hater*

Woman2: “And who’s worthy of the Holy Sword? You? In your dreams”

Man3: “Just watch me.”

Some people who was listening: Oh fuck off, dude,!! You won’t even have any chance.! Just go home to your mommy.!!

Man3: “Just watch me,.. Get your asses out of my way!!” He’s pushing through the crowds, until his at the open space near the two kings.

Man3: “Move out of my way, stupid Kings, you guys had your turns, and now it’s mine so go back to your stinking castles, and plants some crops of whatever.”

King Lucius was about to punch this guy, and send him flying, but King Gallio restrained him from doing an act like that, he just whispered to Lucius ear saying. “Let’s just see what will happen to this arrogant bastard, I know how you feels, and I also want to hit this guy, but as a King we need to think before we act. A lot of people are watching us.”

Lucius quickly understands what Gallio’s words are, and both the Kings move aside and let the arrogant man try his luck.

The man was smiling while passing by the Kings; he then looked around the people as if saying “watch me pull that stupid sword”. He starts to move closer to the pillar of light, but he suddenly stopped. He was 15 meters away from the pillar of light, the worst of the worst. That man can’t even enter the “pressure point” (it’s like a second barrier, but a pressure barrier or gravity, something like that), he was now mad of his current situation, and starts to curse all the people.

Man3: “You fucking shits.” He was now doing everything, pushing, punching, and even use a speed spell, and dashed forward to that “pressure point”, but he was like a feather trying to pierce a titanium metal. When he dashed to the “pressure point”, a loud thud was heard, ( like someone running and hitting a solid wall) and the guy was now bleeding from his head. All the spectators are now laughing hard, and starts to mock him.

Spectator: “Hey shit head, that was really a nice try,not. hahaha.”

Spectator2: “Go home, stop wasting time. Just fuck off.”

Spectator3: “Your mom is waiting for you outside, his calling you because you still needs to plant those crops,hahaha”

Spectator4: “Hey you arrogant bustard, is that all you can do? We’re still watching, hahaha”

He received all kinds of mockery from all the people, the insides of the Throne room was now in a huge mocking party*LOL*. Until someone shouts.

Pope: “How dare you people, using your sharp tongues inside the home of God, Silence or I’m going to personally kick you out of this city.”

“And you, the arrogant one, find a priest while going out of the building to heal those wounds.”

The Throne room was now silent, and only the footsteps of a man can be heard, it was the arrogant man; he was now looking at the ground with shame, and exited the Throne room.

The 2 Kings also gave their thanks to the Pope, and they both exited the building, and were being escorted by some knights to the fanciest hotel, they will stay for a moment at the hotel, and wait for their knights. The Kings gave all their knights a chance to try pulling the sword, and hoped that one of them would be the “chosen one”. But all the knights failed, both Kings went back to their kingdoms, and start planning, and preparing for the war. They were also waiting to be summoned at the Cathedral when someone claims the Holy Sword.

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A week passed by but the Cathedral were still crowded with people, mostly the ones that were waiting in line were adventurers, travelers and mercenaries. They all tried different tricks, magic attacks, body strengthening skills, some even wants to try digging under the barrier, but was forbid to do so.

Suddenly the Throne room was buzzing with words, and conversation. A noble came to the Throne Room; it was Rodney Stockwell, a fat guy wearing the most expensive, and the highest quality silk, with different kinds of accessories made out of gold. He was the richest business man with a bad reputation. The buzzing sounds where all complaints from the people who were in line, because this Pig, I mean Rodney Stockwell cuts in line, and was permitted by the clergy to do so. It’s because, Rodney gave the Clergy a plentiful amount of “donation”.

Rodney were escorted buy 10 muscular mercenaries,

Rodney: “Hmph, This place is full of rats and cockroaches; I didn’t know what came to the Pope’s mind letting the Cathedral be filled with pests.”

All the people that heard that was now glaring at Rodney,

Man: “Stinking pig bastard”

Rodney saw the hostility of some people, and when he waved his hand, 2 of his escorts unsheathed their swords, and looked at the people who are now cowering.

Rodney: “I thought I’ve heard something, must be a fly.”

Some people grit their teeth with anger. They know that if the Pope was here, he will not let this Pig stay for too long, but the Pope was now resting in his room. The one that’s in charge was the Arch Deacon, the one next in power to the pope, a sly old fox, his also the one that received the “donation” from Rodney.

Rodney was now moving closer to the barrier, but he didn’t expect that it will be hard, using all his escorts strength, he was now being push by all the muscular mercenaries (like a train LOL). Rodney was now a meter close to the barrier, he felt like being crushed by the pressure of the barrier, and the mercenaries. He lets out a loud shot.

Rodney: “AAARRRGGGHHH, FUCKING BARRIER OF THIS FUCKING SWORD, FUCKING GOD, WHY WON’T YOU LET ME WEILD THAT STUPID SWORD OF YOURS…. YOU STUPID FUCKING SHIT OF A GOD!!!”

All the people were now angry; especially the Clergy, offending God is the biggest sin. The monks where even releasing a killing aura, and using skills to strengthen their bodies, and prepare to fight Rodney, and his mercenaries. But suddenly when they’re about to move, the Holy Sword Gave a powerful pressure that blows away Rodney and his lackey, the people immediately moved out of the way, resulting to Rodney hitting the nearby wall along with his lackey. The sword was now emitting its elemental power; a lightning bolt from the sword hits Rodney, and Rodney was now shaking while screaming in agony. *surely I made the lightning non-lethal but it will hurt a lot, I mean A LOT, that you will even wish for yourself to be dead –Elous*. The room was now filled with sweet music, I mean squeals of a pig.

Rodney was now lying on the granite floor, with tears, and mucus flowing out of his nose. He let out a low voice saying. “Fucking God, I’ll get you for this.” *as if you know how to get to where I am –Elous*

A thin lightning bolt hits Rodney, and after that he lost his consciousness from pain.

The crowd was now laughing of his sorry state, some even saying. “Serve you right, you Pig.”

His lackey carried him, and immediately exited the Cathedral.

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2 weeks have passed, and only hundreds of people were still trying their luck of being the “chosen one”. All of the monks that were guarding the Holy Sword were now resting at their quarters, because they didn’t have much time to sleep, and they are mostly the ones that guard the Holy Swords. Because of tha,t a chance was given to Captain Aslar to guard the Holy Sword for 3 days, so that the monks can take a rest.

When Aslar was asked for this job, he accepted it immediately without hesitating. Every night, before he sleeps, he always dreamed that he was holding the Holy Sword on his hands. When the day that the news spreads to the city, that a Holy Sword given by the Divine Providence Elous were in the Cathedral, and only the “Person Worthy of The Holy Sword –Thunder Steel Eternal- will be the wielder”, Aslar was filled with hopes and dreams, that he wanted to ditch his job and run as fast as he could to the Cathedral, and try his luck. But he can’t just simple abandon his job, he had a lot of paper works, and reports to finish. But now that he was asked to Guard the Holy Sword, he will never let this chance go away, and he immediately call out all his troops and prepared to move to the Cathedral.

Thank you for reading and following my stories. I have a lot of plans for this story, and I hope that you will still be with me when it ends.