Holding Daskal out in front of him Tash raised his other hand with the runes in it above him. He clenched his fist and let out a burst of magical energy accompanied by a flash of light. The boy quickly rubbed his eyes to regain his vision, and to his dismay all he saw was Tash standing with an awestruck look as he held a finely crafted long sword in his hand.
The sword's blade was pure white like no natural metal seen before. It almost resembled the armor that the White Knights of Falador wore but it had a cleaner feeling to it, which was more than the painted armor those knight's had. This was surely pure white metal. At the bottom of the blade the hilt curved in a crescent fashion almost like two claws from a cat's paw, and it was made of another awkward metal only this time it was orange. The handle looked like the leg of a feline with orange fur like material covering it. The pommel completed the leg with what appeared to be the paw of a cat and on the top of the paw was the letter D inscribed onto it.
"It...worked." Tash stood astounded at his own work. A low chuckle worked its way into a bellowing laughter as if he had just conquered the world right then and there. This appeared to be his greatest achievement in the world of magic from his whole career.
The boy stood up shakily and with a low voice he spoke, "Daskal? Where's Daskal? What did you do with Daskal?"
Tash's laughter subsided. "Daskal you ask? Why my boy, this is Daskal!" he said as he held the sword above his head in a triumphant pose.
The boy collapsed on the spot, and Tash resumed his victorious laughter. The entire world had come crashing down on the boy. His only friends had left him, and now he lay at the foot of possibly the most powerful mage in the world. He felt as though his life had ended right there.
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