((Anbu! You have to look up Skillet's song Awake and Alive. It's like, AMAZING! =D ))
Rythian forced himself to calm his jerky nerves and he calmed down a bit, he couldn't stop staring cautiously at the gleaming blade clutched in his hand.
What's going on?? For the first time he noticed that there was no icy burn coming from his hand, despite the fact that it was obviously frozen to him. Breathing heavily he tried to loosen his grip again and succeeded in moving his fingers a fraction. He could feel the surface of the sword hilt loosening in his grip as well and he pried at it a bit again. He flinched as a crackling sounded, like frozen ice breaking, and tried harder, feeling the effect of his efforts. Suddenly he gasped as the sword seemed to turn into a thick wisp of swirling snow and ice shards. It flowed away from his hand and seemed to accumulate around and ground beside him. Within seconds a medium sized icy blue and white dragon was standing proudly on the ground beside him, causing him to stagger backwards in shock.
"
You are the chosen. The first of the Guardians to be brought back into the world." It's voice rumbled, though it's mouth remained closed. It took Rythian a second to realize it's voice was resounding through his thoughts and not through it's voice. He didn't know that, though it was transferring it's voice through thoughts, it could be heard by more that just him, so he didn't really react too much outwardly.
The dragon seemed to get irritated and flared it's wings which spanned larger than an eagle's, and jumped into the air, hovering before Rythian, it's wings pumping the air. "
Do you not understand me? You are a Guardian. The master wielder of I. Ashkuto the Ice King." It's voice growled again.
This time it got to Rythian fully and his eyes opened wide with shock as he tried to stumble back, but his feet wouldn't move.
"
Now you understand what fate has been set upon your shoulders." Ashkuto grumbled, then stretched his neck out to touch the tip of his snout to Rythian's forehead, vanishing with a flash of icy blue light. Temporarily blinded Rythian blinked and then realized that the blade was once again in his hand again, this time though it wasn't frozen in his grip and in his other hand was a polished silver etched sheath for the sword.
"I'm a... Guardian?..." He whispered.