Avalon Knight's
SHEMMERS

The night had come, I felt being watched by the locals, I tried to calm down so as not to act suspicious. Then the tares of the people who entered the city gate began to decrease, before deciding to return to the house of Mr. Abda, I decided to approach a sturdy figure and guard at the city gate.

Along the way to the city gate, I looked around at the wooden table beside the left right side of the road. Maybe the table will be used as a place to sell in the morning. The same thing as I saw before at the city gate, the city door became a market door, a place to buy and sell daily necessities.

In one of the houses, I saw two little children joking around in his house, even though it was evening, and I remembered them as well as the children who played this afternoon near the gate. " oh yeah don't they also play near that freak. Maybe they knew the guy. "murm in the heart.

I approached them and asked them. After all, the city was deserted, there was nowhere for me to ask, except for these children. And they realize that someone is approaching them.

" Hello sisters, can you ask the two of you for a moment? "

Instantly they stopped the game and looked at me with a different view. The bigger daughter looked at me with a different, suspicious look, while the smaller boy looked at me more calmly, and innocently

" Do you know of the father who stood before the gate, who wore the sword? "

While the boy nodded slowly. The straight-haired woman just stared at me.

" He's a good man brother, he's our friend" said the boy.

" Do you know what his name is ?"

The boy shook his head "I don't know brother, but we call him the 'guard' of the gates in this city. "

" When you come in, you often say don't talk to strangers! " said the girl with a troubled face

" Why are you friends with him, aren't you afraid? " many more.

" Dad told us that too, he said he was crazy, so don't get close to him, but we like him especially when he tells, the story is good, good, when he told us about his great King, it amazed us to see his King in person. And there are many other stories about people who are sword-wielding like him. "said the boy who recounts passionately with his innocence and his childish behavior.

" Is the King he told me about is the king of this city? "

The boy shook his head, and in the meantime the girl was tugging at his sister's hand anxiously looking at me.

" What is the name of the king? " this boy also shook his head

" Damaris! Benjaminites! come in now!!! "

Suddenly a woman called them.

" I told you, didn't you?! I must be mad to see us talking to strangers! "

Soon the girl immediately pulled her sister into the house. The man looked at me with a suspicious look and then closed the house.

I left the children's house and continued to walk towards the gate. It turned out that the gate had been closed in half, probably because it was already night, so that it was no longer opened wide, there were two torches that had been lit beside the gate, but remained without guards.

I came out of the gate and saw a strong and stout figure standing in the same place. Still silent as before, looking ahead to the dark. What he actually did was stand there all day. I can't imagine it being like that all day, and every day.

Slowly hesitatingly I tried to get closer to him. It is likely that he is a madman as the parents of the child were talking about is indeed true. I thought, lest I do this is a silly step, because it has already been close to him and only a few more steps left.

He noticed my presence wanting to get closer to him, and turned to look at me who was still a little afraid to approach. Gently and kindly he looked at me with a smile slowly strewn across his lips, he greeted me.

" Greetings of peace and prosperity to you. "he said kindly as he took a step forward, I took a step forward as well while holding out doubtfully, and greeted my hands with warmth. He sat down on a large rock, allowing me to sit close to him.

His polite speech made me a little relieved, as it showed that he was most likely still sane. Then my eyes were amazed to see the sword he had just laid, the more I noticed the greater it looked.

" Beautiful sword" I said unintentionally out of my mouth.

" Yes.of course. This sword is not just any sword, it is the Logos, the magic weapon passed down, generation after generation passed down through generations, for decades. "

He lifted the sword, looked at it, and stroked it with his fingertips, like a father looking at and caressing his son affectionately.

While stroking his sword he introduced himself "I'm Shemmer, if you? "

" I don't know who I am, where I'm from but one thing I do know when I walk into this city I see a shadow of myself somewhere else in plain sight. "

"Oh.It seems that way, "Shemmer said.

"Well, what does that mean? " sahutku.

Smiling as if he knew my whereabouts and origins, yet he did not want to explain.

" Let my own King explain to you when the time comes" Shemmer said.

" Do you want to see it? " sanyanya.

Without waiting for my answer, he immediately placed the sword carefully on my lap. I looked at his face, to make sure that I could hold his sword. He smiled, nodding small.

The sword was almost as long as my two hands. But not as heavy as I thought, I think this sword is light when compared to its size that looks very heavy. The handle was made of an unfamiliar metal, white but not silver, milky white. More like white marble, but this is metal instead of marble.

While his sword rod was made of extremely shiny metal, it reflected the shadow perfectly like a mirror. I can see my own face clearly. From the sword came a cold, icy chill coming out from the sword, but my hand did not feel cold when holding it. Could it be that my feelings alone, or indeed the night air is getting colder?

But when I looked at the sword for longer, it was like a soft smoky aura appeared. Then I touched it through the tip of my finger, following the lines of the sword, tracing the thread carved on the handle.