Knights Against the Knight Part 54

"Tell me about the Swords." Freddie said in the dark.

Chester glanced back.

"Why?"

Freddie wore a solemn look on his face.

"They are important. Aren't they?"

They trailed down a long staircase, nothing above or below them. The prefect place to attack.

"Yes." Chester replied, "They are. They are powered by the same magic that fuels us. If we become corrupted, so does our blades. Our weapons."

Freddie nodded. "Yours?" He asked.

Chester flinched away, almost dropping his blade.

"I grow old and tired boy. The magic that drives me ran out long ago, I survived this long on your sister's love, and soon even that will run out..."

Freddie hesitated, before picking up the rabbit.

Chester froze.

"What?" He squeaked.

"I don't want you to go." Freddie propped him up on his shoulder. 

Chester sighed, and leaned against his head.

It doesn't feel right. His hair was too short, his shoulders narrow and thin.

What was Freddie thinking?

"You won't replace her." Chester said quietly.

"She was my sister." Freddie responded, just as quietly.

Chester pointed. "That way."