The Battle of Destiney and Destruction

The dwarf blocked his blow with his own sword which was about two-and-a-half feet long. Now it was the dwarf's time to strike, he lunged at his opponent and cut his upper arm. Because he wasn't wearing chain mail it cut his arm a centimeter deep. No blood filled the wound.
"He is so focused that the magic flowing through him heals his wounds in an instant." said Render, "See it is already fully healed"
Will struck with such fury that, had the dwarf not been trained exceptionally well, he would have fallen to the ground. When the dwarf struck back his attack was so quick that it sent the Rider two paces back. William's sword started to glow white.
He yelled out, "Brisingr" and flames shot out from his sword as he charged the dwarf.
The dwarf's eyes widened, but he stood his ground. The blow knocked the sword from his hand and with a move to rival that of elves William caught his sword in mid-air and handed it to him.

"You may enter, William Firesword."
The dwarf raised his hand and the gate opened. They stepped inside and made their way down the long hall. It was illuminated by small orbs of light held by the magic users. It was lined with tapestries showing pictures of the Dragon War, the Dragon Blades, the Riders, Elves, and other people involved in hiding and protecting them, and other important historical happenings.

They came to a large gate that had an inscription in gold covering it.
It said, "Behind this door lie the Dragon Blades used in the Dragon War. These swords are kept here until the chosen come to take them and defeat the evil. This evil's name is Perocothis the King of Nothing. He desires to dominate the world so he may have a kingdom to rule. Only the if the Dragon Blades are wilded by the chosen can Perocothis be defeated."

They entered the large room and saw the swords stood up against a large statue of a dragon. Everyone way drawn to their own sword and unsheathed them. The swords had inscriptions saying who the sword belonged to and where the person was born. The swords had a shard of dragon egg at the hilt. The sword was made of the hardest metal imaginable. Each person could feel the magic coursing through the swords and immediately felt a link with their sword. The dragon's could feel it too and liked it.

They all left the keep, said their farewells to the dwarf, mounted their dragons, and rode away to the house of Render's brother to learn how to use the swords.