Chapter 65

Erick: “Arctic Blade?” Mother sounded just as surprised as Father. “I haven’t heard of any such blade, son. I’ve already asked the elder historian, but he doesn’t have any idea what it could be.” Both my parents had no clue about the existence of the Arctic Blade, and neither did Emiel. This led me to the only option I had left: the Dark Council that was out of my reach as of now. Which was appropriate since the Ancient itself was a mage of unparalleled power. “No,” Ken answered, “I don’t know of any such blade, but the Chrone might.” “Ken, Merida hates me,” I said, referring to Ken’s grandmother, the elder of his coven of mages. “She’s always been against you becoming a part of the Vampire Royal Guard.” Ken, however, was no longer a guard. He commanded the Royal Guard itself, but Merida Blackburn had always thought her son was a far stronger mage to be allied to the vampires. She’d wanted him as the next Chrone, but Ken had no aspiration of being confined by his little tribe. He wante