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ask too many questions, Dieter.  Return to your studies.”
    Later that day, I found something.  My interest in swords drifted to the Eastern empires of ancient Earth.  Because I was adept at manipulating the runes, I began to study something I always loved.  It felt like sacrilege to watch and analyze the greatest Samurai of all time, Miyamoto Musashi.  He was so skilled that he used wooden swords to best his opponents.  I loved to watch how he beat his foe into submission with one or two strikes.
    Could I beat him?
    My attention was so engrossed I failed to notice my master standing there.  He was not barking orders.  I jumped up and bowed.
    “Dieter, I have something for you before you return to Malnuras to continue your training.”  He held up something very long wrapped in cloth.
    “Master?”  I said, hesitating.
    "Has your true name come to you yet?"
    "My true name?  How will I know?"
    “Yes, your true name.  It will be obvious."
    "What will be obvious?"
    "Just open the package and stop asking questions,” he smiled.
    I stepped up and took the item from him.  A purple material covered the item that was both soft and firm.  A silver cord ran along the lines of a square cloth bag.  The end had a drawstring fastened with a shield-shaped brooch of bluish silver with two swords crossed behind it.  Carefully unfastening the drawstring, I slid it back, revealing a sturdy box that had metal bindings at the corners.  Symbols like those in the fire decorated a wooden box.  Its weight was less than expected.
    The covering slid gently off the ornate box.  Its length was easily five feet.  Metal clasps fastened it at six locations.  Each one released as soon as my hand touched it.  The lid opened silently and light shone out across me, its luminance growing brighter and brighter.  As the opening increased, the familiar shape of two blades greeted me.  Two magnificent blades sat nestled in the box.  They were Celestial swords, for the angels used them exclusively.  The design was a cross between a scimitar and an oriental blade, only deadlier and faster.  I saw them in use every day when fighting my master.
    My hands slightly shook as each blade emerged from its encasement.  When I held them in my hands, they felt as though they belonged there.  Their weight was astonishingly light.  They felt like more than an extension of my body; they were my body.  My eyes must have been wide with wonder as my gaze fell to Mathias.  He simply nodded and smiled subtly for the first time.  A hint of pride came from him though he tried to hide it.  I guess a master is not supposed to show emotion to his student. 
    The enchantments tingled in my hands as my own energy began to reach out to the blades.  My life force started to enter each blade while the weapons own power extended into me like a key in a lock.  A sense of completion washed over me, as warm as the sun’s rays caressing my skin, but on the inside.  I was smiling uncontrollably.
    They were so light.  I swung them around and could feel the very air cut before the blades, creating tones which sang to me in harmony with each other.  There were almost words coming from each of them, as each movement was different from the last.  The sound was incredible.  This musical sensation continued to swirl inside of me and touched the root of my emotions.  
    "Can you hear that, Master?”  I asked.
    "No, only the wielder hears his songs.  In time, you will not even notice it audibly, for it will be only in your mind.  That is how they will talk to you,” he said.
    "That is a shame.  I rather like it," I said.
    "Each blade will create sounds as you learn to wield them.  As you perfect your moves, the sounds will diminish, telling you have achieved the synchronous and you are at one with the blades.  You will have to learn their properties and make them your own; the swords ability enhances its wielder.  No two swords are the same, and they will