Kingdom of Vamora Chapter 2 and 3

Chapter 2
The Blade of Valor

The youngest child, Roxas, was headed down the hall way in the west wing of the castle. He was cheerful and kind as a child as he walked casually, just casual. He was magically adept just like his father before him, and at a young age too. Many people wondered why he himself could not wield the Blade of Valor and become the new king, so many people believed that he would become king as he was born.
Their hopes were dashed soon, and the child decided to hone his powers and skills.
His father had just gotten finished reading them a story from a former king, this was a nice time to have when his dad would spend time with his kids rather than being away in a war or on a diplomatic mission.
The boy stayed behind in the throne room this time, though. And he stared at the blade lodged in the seat of the king.
"What are you looking at boy?" the blade entered his mind and carried that message.
"What?"
"That's what I said, what are you looking at? A blade can't get any rest?" the boy seemed confused by this talking sword and crept towards it.
"Are you talking?" he asked as his face came closer to the edge of the sword.
"I am the Blade of Valor, Roxas. Don't be so afraid." The blade said as the boy began to examine it.
The boy was rather young, about 4 years old and staring into a blade that's killed people even without a master to wield it.
"You're not strong enough yet Roxas, you're still afraid." The boy was taken back by this comment a bit, "Only the smartest may wield the Staff of Wisdom, only the strongest may wield the Hammer of Might, and only the bravest may wield the Blade of Valor." The blade explained to him.
"I'm not brave?" Roxas asked naively.
"And neither is your father anymore, he can only wield me when he needs now, unlike when he carried me as a terror of the world." The blade continued, "Once he discovered about the Blade of Spite, does he fear anything now."
Roxas pulled away from the sword and looked around. He saw no one was around and then he hopped up into the chair. He braced his self and took grip of the handle. Only a person with the blood of Valor coursing in them could even touch the sword without being blasted away in a burst of fire. Roxas gripped the hilt well off and began to pull.
"Boy, you know you aren't powerful enough to do that. Only someone who can draw their strength from all the others around you can pull me out. Even it with Ender's fear, he still draws more than enough strength from his friends, from his family, from his kingdom. That is the unstoppable force of Valor."
The boy tried as hard as he could, he forced his small body to try to lift the blade out, but he could not do it. His body strained till he gave up. His father came into the room and grasped the hilt with one hand he gave a single pull to the sword that came free from it's roost.
"That's how you pull the sword out." He said to his son and then held it over for the boy to hold it.
"I've got to pull it out." He said to his father and pushed the weapon away.
"Then I'll be waiting for you to."




Chapter 3
The Wrath of the King

Now the king walked down the halls with his eldest son, Galt. The boy was becoming headstrong, rash, and bold as he grew up. King Valamor took notice and decided he'd like to see the army in action.
The field was set, the men were ready, nearly a hundred men stood before the King and his son. They stood at attention.
"This is all we've got for an army?" the boy asked his father.
"No, but this is all we need." The man replied to his son. "For I am the spearhead of the battlefield." He withdrew his sword, it wasn't the sword of Valor, and it was just a regular long sword.
The boy was baffled by his father's revelation. "How can just one man take on a whole army? Armies of millions! Armies of the most skilled warriors!" the boy looked at his father with shock.
"You don't think that it's very easy? All you've got to have is a little courage and the drive to protect your people." He said and then put his blade into the ground.
"That doesn't seem likely."
The king cut the boy off, "I've killed more than I can count, I've fought since younger than Roxas, don't think I'm lying. If you're very unbelieving, ask the king of the Altmor Empire or the Hummi? Ask them who it was who stormed their castles, their capitals, who lead armies of only tens to a hundred to systematically defeat all of them in a fell swoop."
The boy was now a little terrified of his father now. He looked into the eyes of a calm monster that is readily open to tell his whole life to the degree that he was outstanding. It was inspiring. It was something of a horrible joke, indescribable by any means.
"You need to know that I did it all for the people, I only fought when attacked and I didn't do any provoking." He said to his son, "No, there's something worse out there that I've got to find and stop, I can feel it."

Later Valamor was consulting with Belca and the Blades. Galt spied from a far, cautious of what was going on, he knew they knew he was there, they were the Blades nonetheless.
They dispersed and Belca followed Valamor into a secret chamber behind the throne. The passage shut and the mysteries inside would have to wait.