The golden-armored Imperial soldier walked across the floor of the Council Meeting Ring Room. His steps were quiet. He reached Emperor Sir David's throne. He bowed low and presented the broken sword piece and the small magical crystal.
Emperor Sir David looked at the items. His blue eyes were steady. He picked up the sword hilt first. He turned it over in his hands. It was a normal sword, well-made but not special. It did not tell him much.
He placed it on the armrest of his throne. His attention then moved to the magical crystal. A faint light pulsed inside it. Sir David held it carefully.
He focused for a moment. A bit of his own power flowed into the crystal. The crystal brightened. An image appeared above it. It was like a small, moving picture.
The image was a little shaky. It showed Prince Eric. His face was serious. His hand was out. A flash of bright energy shot from his sword. It hit a figure that was partly hidden but looked like the First Prince of Roland.
