33 Risen#re

Mordred and Sarah began to search the rocky slope together.

As they inspected each spot where they saw water flowing, they carefully moved between the gaps hoping to find something.

Sarah kept casting side glances at Mordred, she felt slightly awkward being around him, it was saddening to find out that he thought of her as nothing but a nag, when she was acting in his best interests.

Mordred was considered the class clown for good reason, he had a special ability to get into trouble albeit most of the time it was because she tattled on him, but her reasoning was simple, if he gets away with small things he'll move onto bigger things and when that happens she'd have no way to help him out of the mess he made for himself.

The silence between them only grew as time passed by and they could both feel the awkwardness grow like an infection, soon they pushed a small boulder up to check if anything was underneath it and suddenly Sarah cried out and stopped using her mana to help raise the boulder.

Mordred jump away as the boulders weight came crashing down on him, "Did something happen?!" he called out as he turned to look at Sarah.

He had the urge to laugh when he looked at her as her auburn hair that was usually pulled back into a long ponytail stood up like she had been hit by a lightning strike.

He ran forward to catch her before she fell down, her body seemed to turn to jelly as she sunk into his arms, "Did someone attack you?" he asked in a puzzled voice, as he could see no one close enough.

Sarah shook her head slightly, "I touched… the w-water," she croaked out weakly and pointed at the stream.

Mordred went forward carefully and looked at the water doubtfully, and hesitantly moved his finger closer inch by inch, when there was no gap between his finger and the water beads of sweat rolled down his face as he plunged his hand into the water and removed it in a heartbeat.

When nothing happened he felt braver and struck his hand in and out of the water a few times and let the cool water run over it when suddenly he saw flash of blue, before he could do anything he felt it run rampantly through his body making him yelp out loud.

'Dammit, this must be why they tell us that we gonna have to learn cultivation techniques that enhance our natural resistance to the elements,' he thought as the smell of roasted meat rolled of him, he couldn't be certain but he felt that his shock was much worse than the one Sarah received.

Sarah was slowly recovering on the side when she saw Mordred act like an idiot by the water, 'Does he not realize that he's going to get shocked too,' she wondered while looking at him.

As he pulled his hand in and out of the water he smiled at her gloatingly, as if saying 'I'm touching the same water and it did nothing to me,' when suddenly an arc of blue lightning took him by surprise.

She giggled softly as his blond hair stood up and small tendrils of smoke could be seen rising from his body.

"Can you do that again?" she asked him with a grin.

"Not a chance in hell, one more time and I'll be cooked through," he complained, but he could still move unlike her, it was a perk of being a body cultivator, "Why would you want me to go through that again?" he asked indignantly.

"I felt where the lightning was coming from for a second," she answered, "If another bolt comes I might be able to pin point its source," she said.

"We are looking for Lirian's katana, not some lightning creature," Mordred sighed and started to walk away, he didn't want to get struck again.

Sarah climbed to her feet and grabbed one his arms, "It could be something that hasn't been discovered before," she said with pleading eyes.

"And if it's buried under here, it's most likely on the verge of dying, also there was no intel on any lightning creatures that we got, so it's definitely going to be a first discovery," she said excitedly.

"But most importantly, since it's using lightning it can't be all that far away, if we move around a few rocks I'm sure we'll find it," she reasoned with Mordred seeing that he was on the edge of giving in.

They quickly got to work shoving the rocks around, as Mordred lifted a rock he saw a hint of silver buried in the sand.

He looked at it with transfixed eyes not looking away for an instance, this thing was far to important to him right, that blade that he could see was his hope of becoming a Pendragon.

As he pulled of the last bit of debris he noticed thick strands of blue lightning arching and coiling around the busted and cracked blade, the lightning seemed especially concentrated on the numerous cracks.

He reached out to grab the sword when Sarah suddenly caught his hand, "DON'T" she shouted in a panic, she could clearly feel the energy concentrated around the blade, if it discharged it would definitely kill him.

As a mage she was far more attuned to the energy of the world, and the energy around the blade was moving strangely, and as if reacting to their presence the coiling lightning seemed to come alive and spun in circles around the blade leaving a blue trail.

"Is that Lirians katana?", she asked uncertainly, she had seen the blade from afar, but she was certain that it was just an ordinary blade.

Mordred nodded, he had seen it up and close when Lirian delivered that strike to drake, "How do you suppose we bring it to Lirian?"

"Are you crazy, we can't even get close to it without being fried to a crisp," she complained, "We can just go up and tell Lirian we found his katana, but that it can't be retrieved.

By now the wild blue lightning had started to draw a lot of attention, from the students that were climbing through the debris and a small group had arrived to inspect the source.

Mordred turned to Sarah, "Keep anyone from coming close it while I tell Lirian about this," he said and broke into a dash.

He had found the sword almost all the way at the bottom of the slope so it was a long journey to get up, when he reached the camp he ran towards the command tent, and when he went in he saw something unexpected.

Once he entered the first thing he saw was Lirian and Edith the two of them were cuddled up tightly and breathed out a sigh of relief that they weren't indecent, or he could only imagine what his next punishment would be.

Lirian was on a chair with Edith sitting happily on his lap, they were speaking in soft whispers to each other when Mordred came in.

They turned to face at the intruder, and both of them were surprised.

"Mordred," Edith exclaimed seeing his dirtied clothes and hair that was standing straight up, "You don't have to worry about finding the sword, Lirian just said that to mess with you," she started immediately.

Just from seeing his condition she could tell that he was trying his hardest to find it and she felt the need to make him stop immediately.

"You lasted longer than I expected you too," Lirian chuckled, knowing how lightly Mordred always took things, he expected him to be back and crying for the credit within hours.

Mordred's face twitched as he looked at them, he couldn't believe it, it felt like his hard work was for nothing, but then he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Well not that I enjoy slapping people in the face, but just so you know Lirian I found your sword, that's why I came back," Mordred said with a smug look and enjoyed the look of shock on Lirians face, unfortunately it only lasted for a second.

"Well then had it over," Lirian said extending his hand, he still felt a little surprised he would have given a 100% guarantee that the blade would be lost underneath all the debris, the fact that it was found left him in awe of Mordred's luck.

Feeling his still empty hand Lirian faced Mordred with a perplexed look on his face.

"That's the slight problem we can't touch the blade, it's surrounded by lightning," Mordred slowly explained how they found it.

Lirian was truly surprised by this time, because from what he heard it sounded like his blade was baptising itself and attempting to fate forge itself.

In the Six Great Civilizations, they referred to fate forged items as Sacred items, as they didn't understand the principles behind fate forging, but they knew well just how exceptional such objects were.

Lirian climbed out of his chair forcing Edith to get of him much to her displeasure, he grabbed onto his walking cane and extended it as he headed to the tents exit.

"Lead the way!" he commanded.