The Blue Heart Sword of the Ice Grid

Zenny looked at his watch and to the large red door standing in front of him. The gold lining and round door knob made him nervous. The large package he held in his arms was heavy and slightly uncomfortable to carry.

“Whoever ordered this old weapon must have ordered it from a shoddy dealer,” he thought to himself, “they didn’t even take the time to pack it securely in the box.”

Taking a deep breath and clutching the package a little harder, he knocked on the door with his right hand, his left hand balancing the unstable package.

In a few moments, footsteps can be heard approaching the door. In an instant, the door swings open to reveal a woman dressed head to toe in a white pantsuit. Her hair pulled back into a tight bun gave her the appearance of a pampered poodle.

In a hurried salutation for Zenny, the woman’s face quickly scrunched into an irritated scowl.

“May I help you? Are you selling something? Cookies? Encyclopedia? I’m not interested if that’s the case.”

Though Zenny was nervous, his anxiety quickly turned to irritation. Hiding his scorn for the woman addressing him in that manner, Zenny held his tongue and only replied, “No” before holding the package in front of him.

The woman’s eyes widened as she flung the door wide open.

“That is...that is…” The woman stared intently at the package Zenny was holding in front of her.

“Please, come inside. I see you have something important…I’ll show you where to put it.”

Zenny nodded his head and walked into the large house. All around him, Zenny could see old memorabilia from the Victorian era. A tall, silver suit of knight armor immediately caught Zenny’s attention as he stopped in his tracks to gaze.

The woman smiled and quickly snapped at Zenny.

“Please don’t touch...but if you must know, it is from the Tudor era in England. You are obviously a bit too young to know that but I can see you appreciate nice things…in fact, that package you have is part of my collection”

Zenny cleared his throat and looked at the package he was holding.

“Oh, I just know it is heavy. Sorry for staring. I’ll just leave this where you’d like it and I’ll be on my way.”

The woman raised her chin and narrowed her eyes at Zenny. She began to furiously play with a purple ring on her finger.

“That’s all I’m going to waste my time with you, infidel. You are becoming part of my collection now!”

With one last twist of her ring, Zenny felt his body become rigid. He quickly glanced at his arms and legs, feeling the tightening overcoming his entire body. In the blink of an eye, Zenny’s normally healthy skin suddenly began to shine and reflect like a piece of fine silverware. In only the blink of an eye, Zenny’s whole body became a shining, silver statue. He could only stare as the woman before him began to chuckle.

“Well, I don’t care for long introductions as you can see. My name is Dasiana Belfort. I’ll be your new caretaker as you decorate my collection here...and I’ll be taking my package.”

The woman grabbed the long package, still wedged in Zenny’s flexed metal arms. With a large tug, the Dasiana yanked and grunted to no avail as the package stayed firmly in Zenny’s grasp.

“Ugh,” Dasiana grumbled in dismay, “It’s no use. I’m just going to have to cut this thing down. And I was so excited about adding a new piece to my collection, but alas, my prized sword is much more important than another silver statue.”

Dasiana snapped her fingers, beckoning a flurry of loud, clanking footsteps to rush into the foyer. An army of small figures, each dressed in a rusted knight outfit, surrounded Zenny and Dasiana.

“Bring him downstairs, please. I must cut him up to dislodge my sword from his arms. Once you have the package, melt the rest of him down. He came into my home and transformed into a beautiful silver ornament. I’d hate to see the part go to waste. Now, please hurry, I don't want to wait long.”

The small hoard of knightmen gripped Zenny on multiple parts of his leg before letting out one large grunt. Zenny, scared he may hit the floor, screamed yet no sound emerged from his lips. Facing horizontally, the knightmen clutched Zenny like a lumberman carrying a log. In a choral unison, the men heaved Zenny deeper into the house, wobbling and bouncing until stopping before a deep, dark set of stairs leading downward.

The parade of miniature knightmen heaved and bounced their way down the stairs to the basement. Zenny could only stare as the dim lights lining the staircase walls flashed past him.

“What did that woman mean by ‘cut him up’?” Zenny thought, still trying and failing to move his limbs. The long package still lodged in his metal arms felt even heavier if he could only reminisce on what would happen to him.

Finally, with one last grunt, the knightmen reached the bottom of the staircase. A large, black room with molten machinery churning and intense heat made Zenny feel as if his skin was melting.

“Move him to the table. We will wheel him into the pool for only a few seconds. We cannot damage the sword in his hands,” one knight at the front of the parade declared. The other nodded and hauled Zenny’s body onto a large rectangular table. With another loud grunt in unison, the wheels on the table began to screech as the knightmen began pushing Zenny toward the molten material.

Wanting to cry, Zenny tried one last time to let out a scream. Nothing came from his lips.

“I don’t want to die. I was just doing my job but...I can’t do anything. I wish...I wish I could

In Zenny’s sadness, he couldn’t notice the vibrations emanating from the package. As he grew closer to the knightmen began to fall out of unison.

“What is this going on?” One knight croaked.

As each second passed, the vibrations only grew more violent. Zenny, finally grasping the motion in his arms, felt the vibrations creating more heat, until suddenly, the package exploded, sending all the knightmen flying in different directions. Zenny’s hard body came crashing to the ground and rolled on his ride.

Not paying attention to any damage he may have obtained, Zenny saw the object in the package. A long sword with a blue jewel flashing, was laying on the ground next to him. The flashing quickly turned into a pulsating rhythm that seemed to color the black and red room and comforting purple hue.

As Zenny continued to stare, he felt engrossed in the object. Without his awareness, he reached a hand forward to grab the sword, caught in the pulsating trance it had created.

Zenny gasped as he had the hilt in the palm of his hands. His hand had somehow turned back to normal while the rest of his body was still encased in the metal.

“I’m free..now I’m free…” Zenny thought to himself as his body seemingly returned to normal in a flash.

(To be continued...)

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