CH7:Hilt

Spader Souva

   "Spader? Honey, are you alright?" a woman's voice worried above me.

   The darkness that had surrounded me disappeared in a blur as I looked up to the sweet face I know and love. "Mikala. . . ." I muttered softly and smiled.

   "Shh, don't talk." I felt her brush the hair off my forehead.

   I tried to sit up but I fell back from the shock of a horrible headache. I groaned. "What happened?"

   "You hit your head pretty hard, sweety. You were knocked out here for awhile." She glanced around. "They wouldn't let me move you."

   "Who?" I asked, puzzled.

   "The people." She helped me to sit up so I could see what she was talking about. I was lying on a stone pedistal, surrounded by what seemed hundreds of people. "They are all here to see you." I felt her soft lips kiss my cheek but I hardly paid attention to that. I just stared at the crowd in awe.

   A cheer came forth once they had noticed I was up. "How did I hit my head?" I asked over the growing headache and the noise.

   "You were hit by the hilt of a sword."

   I looked to my left and saw a sword lying next to me. There was a hole in the pedistal about as wide as the blade. "How?"