The next two weeks had made a lot of changes in Foxx.
Henry had made him train from dawn to sundown.
Foxx was now able to know if someone was trying to get inside his mind (he and Henry had fights where each one tried to immobilize the other just using their own mind), he could manage the sword in a better and faster way and his attacks were deadlier and his spell casting techniques were better than ever (he could aim better).
Some days later, Henry came from Garjzla with a sad look in his face.
"What hapened, master?", Foxx asked.
"We have to start fighting..."
"Already?", Foxx asked. He wasn't looking forward to the fight.
"Yes; the Shadows are already taking over the planets that are around ours."
"Really? That's awful."
"Foxx, I need you to come with me.", Henry said suddenly.
"Ok..."
Henry went inside their house, and padded his way into Foxxs' room.
"Why are we...?", Foxx started, but was surprised with what happened next. Henry had muttered some kind of spell and a wall in front of Foxx slowly opened.
"What the...?!", Foxx said, tilting his head to one side in confusion.
"Come with me.", Henry said.
They walked through a small passage, and reached some kind of cave. In the middle of the cave was a well worked stone with a beautiful, silver blue sword.
"This sword was from one of your ancestors, Foxx.", Henry said, smiling at the look in Foxx's face.
"One of my... ancestors?", Foxx asked, walking slowly towards the sword.
"Yes... one of the warriors that fought the Shadows when they first appeared."
"Cool... so... can I... touch it?"
"Of course. It's yours, silly.", Henry replied, "But first let me show you something", he continued, walking to the sword.
He stopped in front of the sword and tried to grab the handle. His paw passed through the sword like it were a ghost.
"What the...? Why can't you grab it?", Foxx asked, looking at the sword, that looked completely solid.
"Heh... this sword can only be held by you and by furs of your clan. As you know, you are the last fox from your clan that lives, so only you can wield it.", Henry explained.
"Yes, I know...", Foxx said, looking at the floor. He felt really bad when he found out that he didn't have a family, and whenever he or Henry talked about it, Foxx had to use all of his self-control so he didn't start crying.
"Come on, Foxx, try to grab it.", Henry said, with a bit of hesitation, realizing he had talked without thinking.
"...Ok...", Foxx extended his arm, reaching the sword. He hesitated a bit before closing his paw around the handle. It felt solid. Foxx gave a step back. The sword went with him.
"Well... it looks like you're the real deal.", Henry said, smiling at the young fox.
"This sword is... amazing...", Foxx said that because for a sword that big, it was really light. And he could grab the handle with either one or two hands.
"I see you like it. Now you should go train outside for a bit, so you can get used to the sword.", Henry said, when they got back to Foxx's room.
"Master... I don't feel like training now...", Foxx explained. He was still sad because of the mention to his lost family.
"I understand. I'll make a cup of tea, ok?", Henry knew that a cup of tea always calmed Foxx down.
"Thanks, Master."
Foxx put the sword by his bed side, and went with Henry to the kitchen.
I hate being the only one...