The last pendragon

I was dumbfounded when I realized the chantings were giving me details of spells. 'who was the chantings coming from? Why was it giving me spells details? Am I a inheritor? But how?' I kept on mumbling to myself in confusion.

I looked up to the elf girl who was staring at me weirdly, and asked softly, "How long have I been here?".

"Three hours..." The elf girl replied, and glanced at the elderly man behind her.

"Three hours?... How far is stronghold ninety one?" I asked in surprise.

"Seven days away to the northeast" she contemplated for a while, and replied.

So I was out for approximately seven days... I couldn't remember traveling the forest to come here, which means that someone brought me here. But why? And that person must have seen my scales when they took me out from the water.

"Your memory seems to be foggy, but don't stress it... You can stay here with us till you recover" the elderly man behind the elf girl suddenly said.

"Papa...?" The elf girl called out in surprise.

"Really?" I also asked in surprise.

"The assassination rate have increased significantly, and it would be nice having another inheritor in the house" the elderly man said, while chuckling awkwardly.

"Assassination rate?..." I muttered to myself in surprise.

I had always thought that this side of the stronghold would be safer than the outskirts, but seems like I was wrong.

"My name is Frederik, I'm a weapon merchant. And this is my daughter, Elena, she'll be seventeen this year" the elderly man said with a smile.

"My age isn't necessary..." The elf girl harrumphed to her father.

"I'll leave you two to it" the elderly man, who is now known as Mr Frederick, said and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I stared at Elena not knowing what to say, as my mind was too occupied with the recent information I just learnt.

"Uhh... This would be your room for as long as you stay here. Make yourself comfortable and... Uhm... Call me if you need anything" she said with a stiff smile and headed for the door too.

"W-wait... Where's the bathroom?" I asked awkwardly.

She turned and pointed to a slide door by the side of the room, then walked out hurriedly and closed the door behind her.

I sighed and scanned the room again. I was sitting on a moderate sized soft bed which was at one side of the room, and at the other side of the room was the door which led out of the room.

At the left side was a study table with a chair, and a window which was covered by a lace curtain. At the right side was a large closet, and the slide door which led to the bathroom.

I also noticed a sheathed katana leaning on the wall, beside where the study table was. 'Mr Frederick must have forgotten it here' I muttered to myself and stood up from the bed.

I walked over to the study table, and picked up the katana leaning to the side. The sheath was black with gold linings, while the hilt was also black, but with red markings.

I smiled to myself at the feeling of holding a real sword... Not the rusty trash we used in the outskirt. I grabbed the hilt with my right palm, and pulled the katana out of it's sheath with a feeling of honour.

The long silver blade had intricate runes symbols, carved on to it, and it was reflecting the lamp lights in room. I wanted to feel it's sharpness, so I slid my thumb slightly on it's deadly edge... But I underestimated it a little bit.

My thumb almost got sliced in two, and if I had applied a little more force, then I would've lost my left thumb. My blood had already painted the silver blade before I realized my predicament, and as I was about to scream out in panic...

'Tier one weapon magic, ninja blade' I suddenly heard in my head.

Then the katana began vibrating violently in my palm, my blood which had sprayed on it turned black and began bubbling, corroding the entire silver blade quickly. The runes symbols carved on the blade began releasing foul black smoke, and the entire katana, along with it's sheath in my left palm, began smoking, and evaporated.

"What the f*ck is going on?" I screamed out in shock.

*Knock*

"Are you okay?... Can I come in?" I heard a knock on the door, which was accompanied by Elena's voice.

"N-no, I mean y-yes, I'm okay" I replied awkwardly, while staring at my sliced thumb which was healing at a visible rate.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?" She asked again.

"I'm okay..." I muttered, while rubbing my thumb which was now fully healed.

"Okay then... Dinner will be ready in five" She said, and I heard her receding footsteps.

"I really am a inheritor..." I muttered to myself, then rushed into the slide door which led to the bathroom.

There was an empty wooden bathtub, a few buckets of water, a full body mirror, and a shelf which was filled with assorted cosmetics. I pulled my shirt and stood in front of the full body mirror, and immediately noticed a tattoo of the head of a black dragon, which had glowing white eyes, occupying my left chest.

I touched the dragon tattoo, and instantly felt a great sense of familiarity. All my anxiety instantly vanished, and at that moment... I knew I wasn't the Alex I have been all my life, I felt like I was unique and special, and only one sentence was hovering in my mind... 'The last pendragon' I muttered, with a determined expression.