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For a last time the call went out, and for a last time the teacher was selected. Dwarf and sorcerer, smith and mage. The bargain struck, the work began.
7,008,000 hours. Talking, drawing, casting, and beginning again. The design for the hilt took centuries. Casted, broken, shaped, and reshaped until at last the hilt was perfect. The practice ones thrown away, melted down to be used again.
Instructions passed from dwarf to goddess and back again for each spell, each stroke, each step of building the true hilt, that they became prone to saying them randomly, the words simply falling out of their mouths to laughter.
This last of teachers, finally, had gifted her with all he knew. With a faint sigh, deeply hidden, Hel took him past Garm and to his promised reward. Before he passed the monster dog, he tugged her down and kissed her dead cheek, promising,
“I shall see you again, minn Hela.” And he walked into life again.
“Bleßun.” She murmured, turning back to her realm.
7,008,000 hours. Talking, drawing, casting, and beginning again. The design for the hilt took centuries. Casted, broken, shaped, and reshaped until at last the hilt was perfect. The practice ones thrown away, melted down to be used again.
Instructions passed from dwarf to goddess and back again for each spell, each stroke, each step of building the true hilt, that they became prone to saying them randomly, the words simply falling out of their mouths to laughter.
This last of teachers, finally, had gifted her with all he knew. With a faint sigh, deeply hidden, Hel took him past Garm and to his promised reward. Before he passed the monster dog, he tugged her down and kissed her dead cheek, promising,
“I shall see you again, minn Hela.” And he walked into life again.
“Bleßun.” She murmured, turning back to her realm.