A few days later, Kysos, Inekwar, Rayough and I stood in the meeting hall of our headquarters. Inekwar was standing adjacent from me, gazing out the window. Rayough was seated, as was Kysos, immersed in his thoughts. I stood with my back against the wall with my arms crossed, unaware of the scowl creeping across my face.

"What are we supposed to do?" Rayough asked.

Kysos shook his head.

"There is one weapon that may defeat him." Inekwar mumbled to himself.

Kysos looked up at him, and shook his head.

"That is impossible. Only the chosen ones can weild it." he said.

"What?" I asked.

Inekwar turned and looked at me.

"The Silver Sword. It is powerful enough to defeat the suited man." he said.

"Only the one chosen by the Supreme Being can weild it!" Kysos exclaimed.

I felt anger brewing inside of me. I frowned and looked out the window, attempting to calm myself down. But the loss of half of our knights, and no hope of help was frustrating.

"Inekwar should weild it." I said.

Kysos looked at me, a horrified look on his face.

"We must consult the Priests! The Supreme Being must show us who is to weild the blade." he said. I nodded slowly, still thinking Inekwar should weild it. He was the most powerful man in Dreamland, and the entire globe for that matter. He should have the strength to weild it.

Rayough cleared his throat.

"He should be allowed to try at least. If we at least try, thern maybe whoever is supposed to weild it will be revealed." he said. I smirked.

Inekwar nodded, and I found myself nodding along with him.

Kysos nodded in slowly, and stood.

"Come this way." he said, rising to his feet. He led us down a dimly lit corridor to the left of the meeting hall, which led to another dimly lit corridor. At the end of this corridor was a large, ornate brass door. A strange, white light was eminating from the edges of the door, which I had never seen before.

"What is this place?" Rayough asked. I could tell by the look on Inekwar's face that he was thinking the same thing.

"The resting place of the Silver Sword itself." Kysos said softly.

As we approached the door, it opened slowly, parting in the middle and swinging open towards us. An other-worldly silver light filled the corridor around us, and I had to squint to see its source.

The sword itself had a very plain hilt. The handle was made with blackened leather, with a silver hand-guard. The blade was long, and slightly curved, with tiny figures carved into it, almost goung unnoticed.

"Oh my..." Rayough started, but stopped himself.

Inekwar stepped towards the blinding light, and reached out towards the sword's hilt. His fingertips grazed the black leather, and he wrapped his right hand around it before trying to lift it.

Another bright flash filled the room, and Inekwar jerked his hand back, before gripping it tightly and gasping in pain. Kysos stepped forward to help him, as the doors closed before us.

"What's wrong?" Rayough asked.

"His hand..." Kysos said.

I looked at Inekwar's swordhand, to find it had been burned, as though held over a fire for too long. The skin itself was charred and burned red, with blisters around his palm.

"What does that mean?" Rayough asked.

"It means someone else is destined to weild this sword. We shall have to wait until the Priests tell of who shall weild it." Kysos explained.

I frowned and crossed my arms again before planting both feet firmly on the ground and glaring at the bronze door. Kysos took Inekwar to the infirmary and Rayough followed after them.

I looked skyward, and felt my frown deepen.

"I sure hope you don't take your time deciding who is going to carry this thing. Our enemy is out there, and we have to do something about it." I muttered to the Supreme Being, before turning on my heel and walking away from his enchanted sword.