Eventually, after walking for quite some time, Dean stopped in his tracks. He watched as Castiel stopped too, looking over at him with a bemused expression.
“What is it Dean?” He asked. “Do you hear something?”
No, Dean wanted to say as he stared into the distance. He didn’t hear something.
Up ahead, more than twenty feet from where they stood, something glowed.
Dean was entranced by it and began to walk towards it. It stood out like a sore thumb; the bright, ethereal glow creating a dichotomy of dark and light within the woods. It looked so magical, so inviting that before he had even thought about it, Dean shoved his torch back into Castiel’s hands and began to run, moving towards it as quickly as he could.
He heard the prince shout and chase after him. But for once, Dean ignored it.
The grass turned into stone and Dean almost took a tumble as he ran up onto the platform. It was there that he saw what was shining, as it was clearly unmistakable up close. There, half-buried in the stone, was a sword. It was a large sword, much larger than his own. It had a shiny blue hilt, with a diamond encrusted into it. The blade was similar to silver in colour, but with a slightly icy hue. Dean was unsure whether it was meant to look like that, or if it was the light that seemed to radiate off of it.
Without thinking, Dean reached forward and grabbed the hilt with both hands. He heard Castiel’s faint cry of, “what are you doing”, but found he couldn’t answer him. Instead, he began to pull, attempting to unsheathe the sword from the stone with all his might. The air around him became cooler and a shiver ran down his spine. He pulled at the sword, at first feeling a fair amount of resistance from the weapon. He kept trying, tugging, ignoring the sting of his hands and arms, the tension in his shoulders, the sweat beading on his forehead. For some reason, all his mind could tell him was that this sword was his. He needed it. He was to take it.
The sword resisted for awhile, until all of a sudden, it was as if the stone turned to mush. Just like magic, that resistance was gone and Dean gracefully was able to yank the sword up, pulling it completely free from the stone.
Around him, the darkness dissipated and light immediately began to shine downwards from the sky above. The whole area illuminated, so that Dean could see the trees and grass around him and the other elements of wildlife scattered around. He came back to himself, away from the hyper focused state he had been in from the moment he saw the sword. He blinked a couple of times, glancing down at the sword in shock, before turning to make sure the prince was alright.
Castiel stood a few feet away, both of the torches now abandoned on the ground, no longer lit. He looked over at Dean with a mixture of emotions: awe, surprise, bewilderment. When he first took the sword, he had no idea why it was so important or why it was just abandoned here in the middle of the woods. But as he saw Castiel’s face, the prince’s eyes trained solely on the weaponry, he pieced it together all at once.
This is my second piece for this year's SPN MBB. Stay tuned to the SPN Media Big Bang Tumblr @spn-mediabigbang for final posting in late April to early May. This fic by thatpeculiarone is a Royalty/Fantasy AU story based on The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.
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