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Chapter 73: Forging the Twin Blades of the White Ravens
Chapter 73: Forging the Twin Blades of the White Ravens
The underground fortress was bathed in silence, the only sound a faint drip of water from the hidden underground river. The twins, Elowen and Sylvaine, slept soundly in their chambers, their breathing steady, their bodies still adjusting to their new existence.
But Seraphis was not one to waste time.
Clad in her usual dark attire, she walked through the silent halls, her steps purposeful. She was headed toward the heart of her stronghold—the forge.
The Forge Awakens
The forge was hidden deep within the fortress, separated from the other rooms by thick stone walls. It was a place of creation, of fire and metal, of rebirth and transformation. The moment she stepped inside, the scent of burning coal and heated iron filled her lungs.
With a flick of her wrist, she lit the forge with a burst of fire magic. The flames roared to life, licking the air hungrily, casting flickering shadows along the walls. The runes carved into the forge’s surface pulsed with energy, feeding the flames and stabilizing the heat.
Seraphis pulled her white hair into a tight ponytail, her expression sharp. Tonight, she would craft weapons befitting the daughters of the White Raven.
Selecting the Materials
She walked over to her metal reserves, running her fingers over the different ingots. She needed something special, something powerful.
Her hands stopped on two particular ingots—Eldanite, a rare metal known for its ability to absorb magic, and Verdant Steel, a green-hued ore that resonated with nature itself.
Perfect.
She took the materials and laid them on the worktable, carefully measuring equal amounts. One set would be forged with a dark green finish, representing Sylvaine’s connection to the deep forests. The other would be a light green, symbolizing Elowen’s bond with the sky and wind.
She picked up her hammer. It was time to begin.
The First Strikes
Seraphis placed the first piece of Eldanite into the forge, watching as the metal slowly turned a molten orange. She waited, patient, knowing the exact moment when the metal reached its peak heat.
The moment arrived.
She pulled the glowing metal from the flames and placed it on the anvil. With a firm grip, she raised her hammer and brought it down.
Clang.
A spark flew as the hammer struck metal.
Clang. Clang.
She worked rhythmically, striking the heated ingot, shaping it with precision. Each blow was calculated, every strike filled with purpose. She wasn’t just making blades—she was forging extensions of her daughters’ very souls.
Shaping the Twin Blades
After hours of hammering, the raw forms of the twin blades began to take shape.
She carefully folded the metal, layering it multiple times to increase its durability. Each fold strengthened the weapon, making it sharper, deadlier.
Then came the defining moment—splitting the single blade into two. With a precise cut, she separated the metal into identical twin daggers. They were born together, forever connected, much like Elowen and Sylvaine.
She did the same for the second set, this time infusing the metal with a faint aura of wind magic.
Tempering the Blades
With the blades shaped, it was time to temper them.
She heated them once more, submerging them into a basin of enchanted water. Steam hissed as the heat met the cold, solidifying the blades into their final hardness.
Once cooled, she carefully sharpened each one, testing the edges until they could cut through steel with ease.
They were deadly, precise—perfect.
The Final Touches
Now came the most crucial part—the enchantments.
She took the dark green blades meant for Sylvaine and etched runes of shadow into their hilts. These runes would allow the blades to meld into darkness, making them almost invisible in the night.
For Elowen’s light green blades, she inscribed runes of speed and agility. When wielded, they would feel almost weightless, allowing for rapid, precise movements.
Lastly, she carved the symbol of the White Raven into each blade’s hilt, marking them as weapons of the family.
She stepped back, admiring her work.
Two sets of twin blades, forged in fire, tempered in magic, destined for the daughters of the White Raven.
The Awakening
As she cleaned up, a faint noise caught her attention.
Footsteps.
The heavy door to the forge creaked open, and Elowen and Sylvaine appeared, their eyes still heavy with sleep. Their green hair was slightly tousled, their postures relaxed but curious.
Sylvaine rubbed her eyes. "Mother… what are you up to?"
Seraphis turned, a rare smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, I see you’re awake." She stepped aside, revealing the twin blades laid out neatly on the worktable. "I made these for you."
The twins’ eyes widened.
Elowen stepped forward first, her golden eyes locked onto the light green twin blades. She picked them up, testing their weight, her fingers tracing the runes. A shiver ran through her as she felt the magic hum beneath her fingertips.
Sylvaine, meanwhile, took the dark green blades. She held them up to the forge’s light, watching as the runes pulsed faintly in the dim glow. A slow smile spread across her lips.
"These… are ours?" she whispered.
Seraphis nodded. "Yes. They are your weapons now. Use them well."
The twins exchanged a glance, then bowed their heads deeply.
"Thank you, Mother," they said in unison.
Seraphis crossed her arms. "Don’t thank me yet. Show me that you’re worthy of them."
The challenge was clear in her voice.
Elowen grinned. "Then I suppose we have training to do."
Sylvaine’s golden eyes gleamed. "Let’s begin."
Seraphis smirked. The daughters of the White Raven were ready.