Part 4: A fools errand

They say true hero's are made from hardships which some could never survive.

She laughed as I dropped the sword almost cutting by toe off. "I think you should stick with the axes."

I roll my eyes. "Its just not balanced properly."

She picks it up and throws it end over end, catching it by the hilt she points it at me like she has do it a hundred times. "No, I think it's just you."

I playfully push the blade away, and notice that her sorrow in her eye have seemed to change to anger. "So what did you take that they want back so bad that they would destroy your kingdom."

She sits back down on the bed and places the sword next to her. "A few weeks ago I had a dream and in this dream I stand next to the throne with this hooded man sitting on the there with his white eyes and evil grin, well in his hand is a orb that glows like the sun."
She scratched her head. "So about two days ago I discovered that the orb of life was hidden along time ago in the nether and the only way to find it is mix a ghast tear and some blaze powder with the blood of royalty."
She sighs. "Long story short I met a lot of shady people, got the items I needed along with my blood. They transformed into a strange compass. Which I followed through a nether portal that took me to a temple, At the top of the temple, sat a pedestal with the orb on it."

I nod "and do you still have it on you." She nods and pulls a small marble out of her pocket, I go to grab it but it becomes extremely hot, but she seems unphased by it. "Can't you feel that."

"Feel what," she asked confused.

The heat dies down as I pull my hand away. "The heat."

She shakes her head. "It did get a little cold while it lit up."

I nod "so I guess we really will be  going since no one else can touch it." She looks down then back up. "Well we need supply's, so where is the blacksmith."