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Help me!" the male voice repeated plaintively. The sword continued to shake like it was trying to free itself from the ground and as Leonidas watched it he noticed that there was a long blue tassel with a few fringes extending from the pommel. He watched it wobble from side to side a bit longer and decided that in its current state it was not a threat to him, so he started walking around the section of cemetery he was in to locate the source of the voice he had been hearing.
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Don't leave me here!" The voice called out to him. Leonidas paused in place. It sounded like the voice was coming from behind him.
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Don't leave me sticking out of the ground!" The voice repeated its plea for help. That was a pretty big clue as to the identity of the voice's owner, but part of Leonidas was not sure whether to believe it or not. If he was hearing things correctly, the sword that was lodged in the ground was talking to him.
Leonidas spun around to face the weapon.
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Help me out!" The sword pleaded. Leonidas blinked.
Since there was no one else around, he was pretty sure that the sword was talking to him."
Minutes ago you tried to kill me. Why should I help you?" Leonidas posed a question to the sword.
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I've been trapped in a cemetery full of mindless walking corpses that tried to grab and eat me despite the fact I'm made of metal and would be as edible to them as a stone. I thought that you were just another mindless walking corpse." The sword defended its earlier behavior. That statement led Leonidas to ask another question.
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Were you the one responsible for killing all of the zombies in this section of cemetery?" Leonidas asked the sword. It was kind of a stupid question to ask considering that he had not been the one to kill him, but perhaps another person had been through here recently and they were the one who had taken out the zombies.
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Yes." It answered laconically. Leonidas looked at it a bit longer before speaking again.
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Well done." Leonidas complimented the talking weapon on its work. Now he was certain that he had found the floating sword that had been talked about in rumors.
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Would you please help me out of the ground now?" The sword requested his help. Leonidas was not sure if it was going to attack him once it was freed from the ground, but he would give the sword a helping hand, so to speak.
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I'll help you." Leonidas replied laconically. He walked over to the sword and put his left hand on the grip, then pulled upward with all his might. In a few seconds the blade was freed from the soil and Leonidas staggered backwards for a few steps before regaining his footing. The sword floated before him and remained where it was.
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Thank you for freeing me from the ground." The sword thanked Leonidas for his assistance. Leonidas took another glance at the weapon and noticed that it had a circular decoration shaped like a blue eye in the middle of the handguard and the decoration was facing him like it was watching him.
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Do you have a name?" The sword asked him.
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Leonidas." Leonidas gave his first name. He chose not to give his last name because he saw no point in doing so. His first name would be good enough for the sword.
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Do you have a name?" Leonidas asked the floating weapon the same question it had asked him. The scabbard that had been resting in the left hand of the angel statue floated down and landed to the left of the sword.
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I'm afraid not. If I had a name I've long since forgotten it." It replied. Leonidas looked at the weapon as it raised itself into the air and positioned itself above its scabbard, then floated down into it. He noticed that the scabbard was of an odd design that somewhat resembled a face in the center.
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I don't know my name, but I know some of my past. My last master was a mage who fell in battle at least a century ago. I don't remember their name, but I remember that they were a mage who wielded considerable magic power." The sword told Leonidas a little about its past.
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You're at least a hundred years old?" Leonidas asked the sword. It floated up and down three times as if nodding before coming to a stop.
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Yes, I'm at least one hundred years old." It answered.
- The Sword In Its Scabbard:
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