As the King prepared for war, he descended into the dark caverns of the castle, rediscovering the weapons they may use and wield.
Flowing with waters, the bedrock was as foothold to the men who joined him before he entered the sanctorum where only he and the Holy Fathers dared enter or were allowed.
As he beheld the old kilns, the fiery furnace from which the great knights received their swords, he passed them to reach the fountain from which waters of heaven flow, sanctified, untouched, by animal or fish, for millennia, given to man as holy ailment and blessing for all things. In ritual sequence with torch in right hand, he began in sequence to sing the holy hymns taught by his mother, angelic and true, he with chalice placed within the waters, now drank the holy drink to bless his body, before marching towards Ethermark.
As he became illuminated slowly by flow of water into veins, praying deeply within his soul, by aid of angels and saints, he felt a vibration within the rocks themselves, as he began to tremor in fear of the walls collapsing.
Be at peace, said Gabriel, you shall bear a son, not from thine efforts but by holy union with a daughter of angels. But before ye be accepted, thou shalt wage war against hell, to overcome this struggle the Father so seeks to quell. Take and see, the power of this sword, weld by thy fathers in moments dark and dread, for in their deaths you will see thine own but not before the heir to throne of thrones is born here this age from the heart of thine hearts.
A sword, older than he, older than his own grandfather was rumbling to be heard once more, vibrating as it had in appearance before his great grandfather, a sword of Allfathers, unknown yet known, a greatness to behold.
Glistening in white light blinding all others, who, upon escaping, their eyes forever marred, King Leo’s sword, crystalline, and made from the sun and of heaven, was seen by naked eyes of the King.
Our family sword, has returned in simple form to me, said the King. He is calling, the Lord is with me, he uttered, as he recalled the stories told of his grandfather, he continued to the Lord,
This is indeed a time of trial. Who is it who needs our aid? We shall ride to them, Lord, and help them for I am named Paracletus by no fault of my own.
Paracletus is thy name and thou shalt go as the Helper of all and of all peoples. Go now and encourage thine own people, warning them also of the trials ahead.