Llyrwech labored long on the item Aedon had asked for. He had rarely had Aedon request a weapon from him and was determined to show his younger brother that he still maintained his skill at the forge.
The blade itself was longer than most daggers, with a handle of blackthorn. On the side of the blade many runes had been carefully etched, surrounding the Celtic words Do Gra. The runes followed the length of the blade with the final sweep of a letter set into the very tip.
The blackthorn handle was strong and easy to grip, the name Durreah was etched into the side of the wood. Wrapping the handle was a twine woven of water reeds and the Aedon’s hair. It was a deeply personal blade, and one designed to fulfill one purpose.
When the forging was finished, and the blade tempered, Llyr sent for Avalon the Watcher. She knew what she was there for and understood well what would be required of her. She did not hesitate, but followed the Maker to the roof of Connemara.
He led her to a furnace on the west end of the roof explaining to her that for this part, a holy fire would be needed. When she asked if it might hurt, the only reply was;
“Well lass, it ain gonna tickle.”
Placing the blade of the dagger within the dragon fire, he then told Avalon to hold her talons above.
As he slowly turned the blade within the flame, the silver which had long coated the gargoyles talons began to run down onto the blade, settling into the etchings and the tip. The pain on the watchers face was etched in stone, but still she stood and did her part. As the last of the silver leeched from her talons, a puff of grayish dust filled the air.
As Llyr held the blade before his eyes, admiring the detail and beauty of his work. The blade now glowed red tinged with silver. He then looked up and watched as the Watcher went to the fountain and plunged her hands within. Steam rose from the surface as Avalon sunk to her knees and emitted a low howl of pain long suppressed.
Going to where she knelt, her hands still in the fountain Llyr thanked her for her part and did his best to assure her she had done well. And then, setting some apples close at hand told her to rest as long as she needed.
Taking the blade downstairs, Llyr placed it into the sheath prepared for it, and sent a message to Aedon saying that his work was done.
The blade itself was longer than most daggers, with a handle of blackthorn. On the side of the blade many runes had been carefully etched, surrounding the Celtic words Do Gra. The runes followed the length of the blade with the final sweep of a letter set into the very tip.
The blackthorn handle was strong and easy to grip, the name Durreah was etched into the side of the wood. Wrapping the handle was a twine woven of water reeds and the Aedon’s hair. It was a deeply personal blade, and one designed to fulfill one purpose.
When the forging was finished, and the blade tempered, Llyr sent for Avalon the Watcher. She knew what she was there for and understood well what would be required of her. She did not hesitate, but followed the Maker to the roof of Connemara.
He led her to a furnace on the west end of the roof explaining to her that for this part, a holy fire would be needed. When she asked if it might hurt, the only reply was;
“Well lass, it ain gonna tickle.”
Placing the blade of the dagger within the dragon fire, he then told Avalon to hold her talons above.
As he slowly turned the blade within the flame, the silver which had long coated the gargoyles talons began to run down onto the blade, settling into the etchings and the tip. The pain on the watchers face was etched in stone, but still she stood and did her part. As the last of the silver leeched from her talons, a puff of grayish dust filled the air.
As Llyr held the blade before his eyes, admiring the detail and beauty of his work. The blade now glowed red tinged with silver. He then looked up and watched as the Watcher went to the fountain and plunged her hands within. Steam rose from the surface as Avalon sunk to her knees and emitted a low howl of pain long suppressed.
Going to where she knelt, her hands still in the fountain Llyr thanked her for her part and did his best to assure her she had done well. And then, setting some apples close at hand told her to rest as long as she needed.
Taking the blade downstairs, Llyr placed it into the sheath prepared for it, and sent a message to Aedon saying that his work was done.