The first glass sword appeared in the world thousands of years ago.
But the humans as of then hadn't known what it was for.
Broken pieces of a star had been said to have fallen down to earth after the first great war in heaven. And after subsequent years had passed, humans then had figured out it's use when the first demons started appearing.
But it had gone extinct after a hundred years had passed and it was just decades ago the fragment used to forge Libertha's short sword had been found.
She had discovered it herself and had made sure no one knew about it. Except for the few times she brought it out for her to kill revenging and malicious demons, no one knew a sword like that existed not where she always kept it.
The scene of the previous event was deserted. And the rain that had fallen had washed away remaining particles of the people's footsteps from the ground.
The couldrum was empty and even the liquid contained therein that Libertha had thrown away had been washed away by the rain, with only the bones of her melted son what was left in all.
As for Libertha, she still knelt lifeless a few meters away from where her son's bones were.
Her sword still sticking from her chest while her short dagger still logged deep into her shoulder. Kneeling had her the betrayed look as she had been on her knees when her own father stabbed her.
As the rain continued to pour as if washing away the sins committed by the King and his people against their once savior, the thudding of a boot was heard and the shadows of a figure being obvious in the dark and gloomy scene.
He carried a lantern and this was what caused his shadow to be illuminated by the sides of the scene.
Behind him, was a cart which he was dragging alongside as he moved.
He reached for where Libertha was and raised her body into the cart.
The rain was still downpouring heavily and the area deserted except for the occasional cricket and toad croakings.
The lantern he carried fell to the floor and when he picked it up, it shone on his face, revealing him to be the soldier who had stood beside Libertha previously when she was being tried in front of the people.
After carefully placing Libertha inside the cart, he meant to leave but paused and walked back to where he had carried her body from, making sure to pick the bones of her late son which he could find. No matter how small it was.
When done,he proceeded to dropping them into the cart as well as the mother's body and then he set out, pulling the cart as his strength could let him while also being cautious to not cause a noise that would garner attention of the villagers despite the heavy downpour.
As his grip held on tighter to the handles of the cart and coursed through the darkness while dragging the tragedy behind him with him, he walked a long distance before he reached a forest that seemed hidden from the public.
Even if the villagers were to notice that Libertha's body was missing, it wouldn't be till the next day and by then,he would have been done laying her and her son to earth.
She had died a disgraceful death. A death that wasn't fit nor befitting for someone of her reputation. A person who had been the people's savior for years.
And with what he overheard her and the King discussing? The King did sin by the way he killed his own heir. His only heir.
He pulled the cart in front of a dung.
Walking away from it, he used his palm to move the leaves that seemed to cover the spot he had come to.
A few fingers of him doing this revealed that he had used the fallen leaves of the trees to cover the hole he had already dug up.
Next, with reverence, he carefully raised Libertha's lifeless body from the cart it had been in and placed it into the grave.
Inside,he pulled out the sword that had been logged inside her chest.
Surprisingly,not even a drop of blood was seen despite how forcefully he had taken the sword out with.
He over looked the fact. Perhaps her blood had already dried up.
Afterall he had overheard that she was a half demon herself. So what would he know about demons to be able to tell the reason why a single drop of blood hadn't been visible.
He reached out for the dagger stuck in her shoulder. Pulling it off, he realized that the glass has already broken inside her, and only the handle of the dagger was what he was able to retrieve.
Again he didn't mind. She was dead. Of what use would it be for him to worry for minor things like that for someone who was already dead?
Thus, he didn't flinch nor hesitate and continued with what he was doing.
Tucking her back perfectly into the grave with her face facing upwards, he went back to the cart to pick the bones of her child that he had gathered.
He placed them on her chest and picked a spade which he was about using to throw the earth on Libertha's body but was stopped when he heard a noise.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked and he fell to his knees immediately,the space falling from his hand.
He looked around him, fearing that a villager had caught on with what he was doing. Defying the Kings orders.
Libertha's body was meant to be burned at dawn because the rain had caused it not to.
But he didn't mind and had come in the rain because it was the only time he could get to secretly do as he wanted without being caught by the villagers or the King's guards.
To his utmost mst surprise, no one was in sight and this even caused him to hesitate further instead of being grateful that what he had worried about wasn't happening.
"You are a soldier" he reminded himself after what seemed like minutes.
Standing up, he bent over towards the grave he had dug up with Libertha's body already in.
He stared sideways underneath the tree he had dropped his flickering lantern at and contemplated whether he was to go pick it up or peep inside the grave first to get a glimpse of what had made the noise before.
The latter choice got his attention as he couldn't even wait to figure out what had made that noise when everywhere was quiet and deserted. Except for the pouring rain.
He peeped inside the grave and realized that the lantern wasn't even needed as the first thing he saw was an eye glaring directly at him.
He pushed his head away from the grave with immediate alacrity, wondering the possibility of what he had seen.
It wasn't normal. It wasn't natural. What was happening?
He was still grappling with the possibilities of what he had seen and just when he was lost in his thoughts, a head emerged from the grave.
"Who am I and what am I doing here?" A frail voice asked him again with those glistening eyes staring him squarely in the eye despite the darkness.
It was then that the realization settled in. It was then that what had just happened clicked.