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Her Father's Sword
Title: Her Father's Sword
Fandom: Ogham-Duir: Book of the Tuathe (Original)
Characters: Endora, Dionne, Captain Janlou
Author: sidhe_faerie
Rating: PG
Length: 809
Content notes: 36. Sharp Warning! mentions of past character death
Summary: The melee is coming and Endora has to get ready.
Her Father's Sword
The annual melee was approaching and Endora found herself getting excited for the first time in a long time. She had some preparations to make before the tournament. There was armor to inspect and a team to train but her favorite part was cleaning her sword.
Endora's melee sword was different from her other weapons. It wasn't decorated and there was no crest on the hilt. It had been her father's sword. It was the one he had carried in battle the day he fell.
Endora didn’t remember much about her father. Micah died in battle when she was still young. She did remember that he loved her. That was all she needed to know.
Endora took the sword wrapped in heavy silk out of the cupboard. She carefully unwrapped it. She checked it for rust and damage. She was relieved when she found that there wasn't any.
She glanced at the ancient wooden box that had been next to it on the shelf. That held a different kind of sword, a queen’s sword. That sword had cost her dearly. It cost her the life of her betrothed and it was now a symbol of her grief.
Endora closed the cupboard door and walked over to the table. She picked up a cloth and started to polish it. She wouldn't sharpen it. Melee blades were required to be dull.
Dionne looked at the sword Endora was holding as she walked in with the midday meal. “I can't believe it's that time again. Has it really been a year?”
Endora smiled. “A lot has happened since the last melee.”
Dionne put the tray on the table. “Endora…”
“I know. I’m alive and I have my duties.” Endora looked at her reflection in the blade. “I wonder how I’ve managed it. I have fought in battles for others and quested many times. I’m still alive. Paddrick is not.”
“No, he isn’t but I don’t think he would want you to stop living because he’s dead.” Dionne took the dishes off the tray. Just like when your father died, your mother found the strength to go on. You must find it too.”
Endora smiled. “My mother never loved my father. She was forced to marry him because she needed an heir. I loved him. He may have been just a column leader but he was a great warrior to me.”
“Now you’re the great warrior.” Dionne poured water into a goblet. “Have the teams been chosen yet?”
“Yes. The list was posted yesterday.” Endora laid the sword on the table. “Hux and Sanum are on my team. Captain Janlou’s team doesn’t stand a chance.”
How many officers signed up? Dionne asked.
“Only one.” Endora picked up a slice of bread and spread starrberry jam on it. “Commander Fawnard. He was just promoted a few months ago. I’ve never met him but Captain Janlou speaks very highly of him.”
Dionne picked up the sword and looked at it then put it back on the table. “He would be proud that you use his sword.”
“I hope so. I’ve have always tried to live up to my warrior heritage.” Endora took a bite of bread. She looked over towards the cabinet.
Dionne followed Endora’s gaze. “I know what you’re thinking. Paddrick would be proud of you too.”
Endora looked down at the plate in front of her. “He would have never understood what it means to be a warrior. I don’t know why i didn’t see it before.”
“You were in love.” Dionne reached over and patted her hand. Eat. You’re going to need all your strength for the melee. Captain Janlou won’t let you win, you know. You will have to be sharp witted. He will make you work for it.
Endora smiled. “I have my father’s sword. That’s all I need to win. He will be with me on the field of battle. I’m the granddaughter of Dagda the White, General of the Tuathan Army and the daughter of Micah, leader of the third column. I cannot be defeated!”
Dionne laughed. “That’s the spirit!”
Endora picked up her father’s sword and turned it in her hand. “I think I’m actually looking forward to Janlou’s surrender.”
“I will never surrender!” The older Captain Janlou said from the doorway. “I came to bring you the troop evaluations to look over but maybe I should have brought my sword instead.” He walked in and put the papers on the table. “I see you are using Micah’s sword again this year. You are going to need more than some luck and your father’s sword to beat my army, Highness.
“We shall see about that!” Endora laughed.
Captain Janlou bowed. “Yes, we shall. Good day Highness.” He walked out the door still chuckling.
Endora nodded and looked at her father’s sword. She was up for the challenge.
Fandom: Ogham-Duir: Book of the Tuathe (Original)
Characters: Endora, Dionne, Captain Janlou
Author: sidhe_faerie
Rating: PG
Length: 809
Content notes: 36. Sharp Warning! mentions of past character death
Summary: The melee is coming and Endora has to get ready.
Her Father's Sword
The annual melee was approaching and Endora found herself getting excited for the first time in a long time. She had some preparations to make before the tournament. There was armor to inspect and a team to train but her favorite part was cleaning her sword.
Endora's melee sword was different from her other weapons. It wasn't decorated and there was no crest on the hilt. It had been her father's sword. It was the one he had carried in battle the day he fell.
Endora didn’t remember much about her father. Micah died in battle when she was still young. She did remember that he loved her. That was all she needed to know.
Endora took the sword wrapped in heavy silk out of the cupboard. She carefully unwrapped it. She checked it for rust and damage. She was relieved when she found that there wasn't any.
She glanced at the ancient wooden box that had been next to it on the shelf. That held a different kind of sword, a queen’s sword. That sword had cost her dearly. It cost her the life of her betrothed and it was now a symbol of her grief.
Endora closed the cupboard door and walked over to the table. She picked up a cloth and started to polish it. She wouldn't sharpen it. Melee blades were required to be dull.
Dionne looked at the sword Endora was holding as she walked in with the midday meal. “I can't believe it's that time again. Has it really been a year?”
Endora smiled. “A lot has happened since the last melee.”
Dionne put the tray on the table. “Endora…”
“I know. I’m alive and I have my duties.” Endora looked at her reflection in the blade. “I wonder how I’ve managed it. I have fought in battles for others and quested many times. I’m still alive. Paddrick is not.”
“No, he isn’t but I don’t think he would want you to stop living because he’s dead.” Dionne took the dishes off the tray. Just like when your father died, your mother found the strength to go on. You must find it too.”
Endora smiled. “My mother never loved my father. She was forced to marry him because she needed an heir. I loved him. He may have been just a column leader but he was a great warrior to me.”
“Now you’re the great warrior.” Dionne poured water into a goblet. “Have the teams been chosen yet?”
“Yes. The list was posted yesterday.” Endora laid the sword on the table. “Hux and Sanum are on my team. Captain Janlou’s team doesn’t stand a chance.”
How many officers signed up? Dionne asked.
“Only one.” Endora picked up a slice of bread and spread starrberry jam on it. “Commander Fawnard. He was just promoted a few months ago. I’ve never met him but Captain Janlou speaks very highly of him.”
Dionne picked up the sword and looked at it then put it back on the table. “He would be proud that you use his sword.”
“I hope so. I’ve have always tried to live up to my warrior heritage.” Endora took a bite of bread. She looked over towards the cabinet.
Dionne followed Endora’s gaze. “I know what you’re thinking. Paddrick would be proud of you too.”
Endora looked down at the plate in front of her. “He would have never understood what it means to be a warrior. I don’t know why i didn’t see it before.”
“You were in love.” Dionne reached over and patted her hand. Eat. You’re going to need all your strength for the melee. Captain Janlou won’t let you win, you know. You will have to be sharp witted. He will make you work for it.
Endora smiled. “I have my father’s sword. That’s all I need to win. He will be with me on the field of battle. I’m the granddaughter of Dagda the White, General of the Tuathan Army and the daughter of Micah, leader of the third column. I cannot be defeated!”
Dionne laughed. “That’s the spirit!”
Endora picked up her father’s sword and turned it in her hand. “I think I’m actually looking forward to Janlou’s surrender.”
“I will never surrender!” The older Captain Janlou said from the doorway. “I came to bring you the troop evaluations to look over but maybe I should have brought my sword instead.” He walked in and put the papers on the table. “I see you are using Micah’s sword again this year. You are going to need more than some luck and your father’s sword to beat my army, Highness.
“We shall see about that!” Endora laughed.
Captain Janlou bowed. “Yes, we shall. Good day Highness.” He walked out the door still chuckling.
Endora nodded and looked at her father’s sword. She was up for the challenge.