“ I entrust in you, the safety of protecting my mother, and to carry out the Cornelius Household Blade, as a service to you and to her. . “

“ With great powers comes great responsibility. . “

With that, Toxin passed something onto her, giving her access to what Toxin could do. . Her eyes change. .

What did he mean by that? Well, he could see into the future, but he withheld that information from everybody because, he could everyone’s end and everyone’s upcoming.

Toxin would softly grasp her hand with such kindness. .

“ I ask that you take care of my mother. . “

“ This blade and its carrier, will give you strength, as it once did for I, and my grandfather and great grandfather before him. It has seen many battles, seen many deaths, discoveries, a blade that is apart of you. “

“ You have courage, that I, have never seen before. My mother chose well. “

The man spoke, to silence her.

“ Do. Not. Lie. In. My. Face. Nessa Dale. I know what you truly are, you’re not human. And you’re not Akherian. . I will not expose your true nature, as I sought what I’ve been seeking for. A successor to carry the Cornelius name into the future. “

Nessa was standing before, Nerva’s first born son, and the first of her children to sacrifice their lives to save his mothers. A historical figure in Akherian Culture. The King of the Drago-Oblivion.

“ I-I-I-I do not deserve this. . You do not know me. . “

Back, when Akheros used knights. .

“ My name is Toxin Cornelius. You serve my mother. . But a great danger is coming. Her brother is building an empire as we speak. . “

Nessa was confused. . Why was she chosen? But the man kneeled in front of her, respectfully.

“ You have courage, that I have not seen in decades after my death. .”

She would come eye to eye, with the being who was speaking with her. . She was in shock, but amazed at his looks, despised the fact that he was dead. .

She spoke, softly. “ Who are you. . ? “

The man before her, then spoke in ancient language, she looked upon him, his armor representing scales. .

The moment she placed her hand on the hilt, she felt this presence in front of her. . Still breathing slowly, however. . She would see shiny knight boots in front of her. .

Slowly, eyeing up, towards what seems to shredded cloaked armor, dating centuries back before Akheros’s prime. .

For a good moment, everything around them. Stopped, rocks, the wind, the birds, the sounds around us, within the dream would slow down. . But her breaths would get heavier.

“ W-what is happening? “

She panicked and latched her hand around the hilt of the blade. .

She would be going up the mountainous trips up the huge rock, she wouldn’t be too careful as it was a dream. And for her, she would come face to face, with what was calling out to her.

A blade was stuck within a gigantic boulder. However, no cracks or anything would be seen on the rock. .

Within this very dream, existed a very beautiful plain of mountains, at the very top of the mountain, was this gigantic immersive blade stuck into its boulders. . It was a nice sight, but a voice called even louder to her, coming from the same direction of that big blade within the stone. .

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“ Be careful, Nerva. One of those professors caught the sight of us. . ~ Perv! “

“ Knee pads? Hehe, I think you underestimate what I can do, Mr. Knight. “

“ Yeah you should! “