• Ephraim was sure he had heard wrong. "The Glorie? THE Glorie? THE LEGENDARY GLORIE? The one that shouldn't exist since it's just a story?!" Solomon shook his head. "You and Ricard never stop talking do you? You should stop and enjoy the silence sometime. And to answer your barrage of questions just now, yes, THE Glorie. Now be quiet until we get to the throne." Ephraim simple nodded and followed the King back to the throne. Many thoughts floated through Ephraim's head. "The Glorie? It actually exists? Wouldn't that have to mean the story is true? Maybe Ricard was right and His Majesty is going senile. Probably best just to play along for now..." When they finally reached the throne, Solomon commanded a servant to move his throne away. Solomon then walked up to the wall and pressed a brick similar to the one in the library. There, there was another dais, with a single sheathed claymore sitting upon it. Solomon signaled to Ephraim to retrieve it. As he picked it up, he was amazed. The claymore was incredibly light for it's size, maybe light enough to wield with one hand! "Go ahead and draw it." Solomon ordered. Ephraim drew the blade, which was an extremely dim gold, and there were holes down the center of the blade. "Um... If this is a holy blade, shouldn't it be, I don't know, brighter? And what are these holes?" Ephraim asked. "The magic must have faded over the millenia, according to our documents, it wasn't always like this. Go ahead and give it a swing though." Solomon said. Ephraim swung the blade, realizing he COULD swing it in one hand,and to his surprise, a beautiful sound whistled from it. "It seems the air travels through those holes to produce that sound. It's also a good way to pass the time. Go ahead and give it a tap."

    Ephraim looked at Solomon inquisitively, but did what he said. Ephraim tapped the blade, and a wondrous note rang out from it. Suddenly, Ephraim's vision went blurry, the sound of the note ringing in his head. Everything went black. Suddenly, he was in a village, though none he had ever seen before. The people were very tall, at least to Ephraim, and the houses seemed to be made directly into the trees. After another bright flash, he saw a woman standing by a lake. She turned around and was revealed to be very beautiful, but Ephraim noticed one strange detail. "Are her ears pointed?" Ephraim thought. The women then spoke to Ephraim. "Siegfried, when's the last time you picked me flowers, huh?" "Siegfried? Who's Siegfried, my name is... is..." Ephraim tried to reply, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember his name. There was another flash, and he was suddenly in a clearing with the girl. "Siegfried... you know we can never be together. You're a human, and I'm an Elf. It would never work." "ELVES?! You mean the fairy tale elves?!" Ephraim cried out, but she didn't seem to hear him. "Siegfried, you know I'll live much longer than you, and besides that, you would never fit in here! Why don't you just go home." the women said before crying and running from Ephraim. Suddenly, Ephraim legs started running on their own. Ephraim tried to cry out, but there was another flash, this one an engulfing black. When it was over, Ephraim was staring in horror. The trees were burning, and soldiers were exterminating the elves with weapons Ephraim had never seen before. He felt something in his left hand, and when he looked down, he screamed in pure terror. He was holding the elf woman by her neck, her blood-stained dress flowing in the harsh wind. Looking at the other hand, Ephraim saw a bloody sword very similar to the Glorie, but it was black as night. An elf had managed to limp out of a tree-home and stared at Ephraim in anger. "Why would you do this Siegfried?! WHY WOULD YOU KILL US?!" was all the elf could say before a metal shard burst through his chest. "Siegfried, you were right to warn us about these freaks. The world is better off without them." a soldier praised. Ephraim started convulsing and hyperventilating. "NO, NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG! I AM NOT SIEGFRIED! I AM NOT THIS MAN! I AM....I am.....I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM! BUT I AM NOT SIEGFRIED!" Ephraim cried out. He continued to shout that he wasn't Siegfried until a final, silent darkness came over him...