"This is no foolery, and certainly no act of my non existent dimentia!" the blind man replied as the crowd disappeared, leaving a young boy behind. "I know they all left, boy, and for that, I am glad."

The boy looked around confused, supposing there was a second village boy that hadn't left with the crowd.

"Come here, boy." The old blind fellow raised his hand, arm-length away, at the height of the boy's head.

The boy walked forward, walking his head into the head of the blind man. The man's hand ran down the boy's face quickly, as if it were rain.

"You are the boy I have foreseen. And I am foreseeing that you will prove yourself."
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Later that evening, thoughts of the foreseeings skipped across the young boy's, who is known here as William, mind. Thoughts that tried to mimic what the blind man, who is known here as Aaron, foresaw. It was a repetition; something that annoyed William to the point of thirty-second insanity.

Nestled in the second drawer down in William's desk was a book bound in leather and cloth. The pages were yellowed with time, and the cover was bent into a "C" like shape from multiple readings. In this book, words were meaningless, and therefore not used at any time. All the pages were blank, except for the first. William retrieved the book and read it aloud.

"Write me a letter,
Write me a word.
Write me anything,
even absurd." William read, as he pulled out a quill and jar of ink.

The wind turned the pages to the center oof the book. William dipped his quill in ink and wrote, "Have I been foretold to reclaim the Swords that once lied in the Synyora Castle's threshold?" The words vanished and a drawing appeared. It was as the blind man had foretold; that meant the answer was a simple "yes".

Read blog "The Lost Swords: Part III" for more of the story.