THE GOLDEN HILT 2 | A PREMONITION | PART 1 | MEDIEVAL SERIES

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THE GOLDEN HILT

It was a very bright night the moon was out and was incredibly bright, He sat on the sand dune looking far at the long stretching road, as far as he could see was sand. It seemed the whole world was made of sand because that’s all Lakmeer had seen all his life, only once he had gone to the city and he had seen dark mountains, looking at the inferior men walking among them, with disgust. He had seen greenery when the mountains had passed and all of that was beautiful. But that again was years and years ago when he was but a child, now on the other hand he was a man grown. Maybe the mountains had all turned into sand by now and the forests had died and become deserts.

Seeing all this sand and thinking about the visit paid to the city with his father reminded him of his father, and he felt sadness rising inside him like hot pincers had his heart and someone was pulling it, he felt like an old man, thinking about his youth when he used to be strong and he could lift things that now seemed impossible, about the wars that had occurred and about drought years or the years that had produced more crops than produced in the last decade. He felt like everything and everyone but himself.

Thinking about all of it tired him out and he lay down on the sand to rest a while. But just as he was falling to the magic that was sleep he heard the cantering of a horse they were the heavy canter of a very fast war horse, he knew it because his father had taught him the difference between the canter of a race horse, a war horse and a horse that was none of these. He got up and saw a man clad in black clothing, his face covered and a long sword on his hips, he saw the glint of gold on the hilt. He had never seen his father like this but something told him it was his father,” Father?” He said it with happiness but he was the only one who heard that, then he called at the top of his voice,” FATHER, Here it’s me, Lakmeer.” It was indeed his father, he knew it, even if he couldn’t see his face but he knew it when those kind eyes looked at him.

The man was clad in black from head to foot except for the golden hilted sword, who was his father urged the horse towards him when he came near to Lakmeer he removed the cloth covering his face, it was indeed his father but he was much younger and seemed much stronger, he looked at Lakmeer and said,” You are the jewel my son. Be careful for the road is full of danger, both seen and unseen, known and unknown, don’t lower your guard because your greatest friends might turn out to be the wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Saying this he left towards the horizon never looking back at Lakmeer’s calls of “Please don’t go, I miss you.”

When he was gone, suddenly the winds became faster and the hoof prints of the war horse, his father was riding disappeared with it, and suddenly he felt the winds were getting much faster, so fast that the whole sand dune disappeared and he could see the village that was on the other side of the sand dune that once existed there.

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The winds got even faster if it was possible, so fast everything except Lakmeer flew away with it. Lakmeer was scared that this was the end of the world just when he closed his eyes to get ready to die the wind stopped and everything came back to normal, when he looked behind him he saw the sand dune it was just as the way it always used to be, giant and magical. When he looked down at himself, he was sitting on a horse, a war horse, just like the one his father was riding. Looking at himself he realized he was wearing the same clothing as his father he even felt stronger. He saw a sword on his hips, a sword with a golden hilt.

He took the sword by the hilt and unsheathed it, enjoying the sweet sound of the blade rubbing on the insides of the scabbard. It was fine steel, so sharp it could cut down three men standing together, like a dagger cutting through vegetables. Having real steel in his hands made him feel like the warrior he always wanted to be Just when he was seeing the sharp edge, a very bright light reflected on the fine steel and everything went dark and he opened his eyes. Opening his eyes to the harsh reality of the world made his eyes ache. It felt like he got something, something that he longed for all his life and just when he got his hands on it, that thing was brutally snatched away from him and now he felt empty even emptier than he already was, if it was possible, that is.

He got up from his bed and went to wet his throat which seemed so dry, like he had been on a never ending journey. He walked outside to drink some water from the pot, the moon was full and bright, it was so bright that it almost seemed like day, maybe it was because he never knew when it was day and when night. It was the third moon since his father had left and he hadn’t returned not even a messenger had come to bring the news of his father’s safety or otherwise. He looked at the moon and sat down and drank water, after that he went to his favorite spot on the sand dune and sat down.

He looked at the moon and tried to remember what he had seen. Unlike his other dreams he remembered every bit of it that he had seen, he couldn’t remember that well even awake, he remembered seeing his father on the warhorse with black clothing and the golden hilted sword, what happened later, specially his father’s advice to him, “You are the jewel my son. Be careful, the road is full of danger, both seen and unseen, known and unknown, don’t lower your guard because your greatest friends might turn out to be the wolf in sheep’s clothing.” It really made him think what this was all about.

He kept thinking about it, what did his father mean by this, and what did he mean by saying that “you are the jewel.” It all just didn’t make any sense. Now he sees his father wearing all black sitting on the war horse with the golden hilt sword and then suddenly he is the one sitting on the war horse wearing the black clothes with the golden hilt sword, he knew the war horse was his father’s favorite horse and something felt very familiar about the sword, like he had known it all his life. He knew that he had seen It somewhere or something like it but, where was the question.

He kept thinking about the sword and where he had seen it, the advice from his father and what it meant and what was his father doing in black clothing. All this kept him thinking until he felt the sky getting brighter and the sun coming. He got up and went back to the village for morning practice of swords. He dreamed the same dream again. And once more he got up to drink water because he was as thirsty as the last time, what was happening to him every night was quite odd. He dreams the same dream two nights in a row and he gets thirsty like he has been on a long journey. After drinking water, he went to his spot, tonight the moon light was not as bright as the last night but it was still there. He sat down and looked at the moon, tonight he went deep into the thought of what the dream actually meant. He really wanted to know. Once again he sat there until the sunrise.

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