A Dark Blade Waits
Author's note: This started out as a school project, and, over the course of two years, was expanded into what it is now.
Chapter 2Over on the other side of the city, residing in the Palace was Lord Robert John XI. Now, Lord Robert John was not a very good fencer, yet he insisted on practicing, so he broke a lot of swords. At that moment, he broke the last one in the whole Palace.
"Confounds and curses tenfold!" he screamed. This was the twelfth sword he had broken this morning. "Page!"
"Yes, mi'lord?" said a shrimp of a boy who only came up to the Lord's knee, and the Lord was not a very tall man.
"Bring me the finest sword, immediately!" Lord Robert John bellowed as he flung a coin purse at the page. The page tucked the coin purse into his cloak, almost fell into the Lord's lap as he bowed a little too low, and ran out of the Palace. "My first errand! Where should I look? I know, the Market! There's bound to be a good sword there." It just so happened that the alley that the page chose was the one that Maledetto sat. When he laid eyes on the sword, he was mesmerized. He picked it up like a starving man would pick up a crust of bread. As he tucked the sword into his cloak, a silky hiss twisted through the page's mind.
"You sure don't want to give me to the Lord, do you? Why don't you find another sword to give him?" The voice belonged to Maledetto, and was highly persuasive. The page continued on his way, acting as if nothing happened, except for the fact that he would look over his shoulder every once in a while, just to see if someone was following.
Several weeks later, the page was found in his bed, deader than a doornail, with his eyes a fiery red, his previously blond locks darker than a new moon, and his tanned skin was a pasty white. Doctors swarmed him like flies on a raw piece of meat, trying to find the cause of these abnormal changes, but they found nothing out of the ordinary. By law, all of the pages few possessions now belonged to Lord Robert John, so he came down to the servants quarter's to claim his booty but the doctors blocked the door with all they were worth.
"What if this was caused by some unknown disease, and you catch it? You have no wife, much less an heir."
"I don't care!" Lord Robert John roared. Using his bulk (of which he had a lot of), he smashed his way into the room. "Everyone out!" he commanded. As the room cleared, Lord Robert John looked around for something of value, like a family heirloom, or a bauble that could be sold as something of of high value. He found nothing. Looking under the bed, his eyes spied Maledetto. Lord Robert John was not a very intelligent man, so Maledetto took hold of his mind almost instantly. Maledetto's bewitching purr echoed through Lord Robert John's fairly empty skull. "I have big plans for the kingdom, your lordship. Big plans..."
In the middle of Lord Robert John's tyrannical, yet oddly intelligent reign, a maid walked into his chambers, and saw him face-down on his desk. Thinking he was asleep, she rolled him over. When she saw his horrible metamorphosis, she dropped his laundry on the floor. What she saw were eyes redder than blood, skin whiter than the morning cream, and his hair, which had all fallen out onto his desk, was blacker than any midnight hour.
After the initial shock wore off, she called out "I know you're here. Tell me where you are, or it will just end badly for you."
“What do you want, foul worshiper of Maleïda?" Maleïda was one of the heathen gods of goodness, thus the sworn enemy of Maledetto, and protected the maid from Maledetto's mind consuming abilities.
"I want you to tell me where you are, you corrupted thing!"
"Under the bed."
The maid reached under the four poster bed, and, sneezing from the dust that errupted into the air, picked Maledetto up.
"Where are you going to take me, do-gooder?"
"You will find out soon." The maid exited the now deceased Lord's chambers, hiding Maledetto under her skirt, took a left, another left, down a stair case, a right, up two flights of stairs, and through an old, warped oak door.