Elysia nervously adjusted her grip on the quill, feeling the weight of her new role as the royal scribe. The chamber was silent except for the occasional crackle of the fire, but Elysia knew the silence wouldn't last long.

With a sudden flash of light, the swords Riptide and Jack came to life. "Ah, the new scribe! Ready to jot down dragon prophecies and tea party schedules?" Riptide quipped, its voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Elysia watched in awe, hastily scribbling every detail. "Honestly, who schedules a tea party when a dragon's about?" Jack interjected, its tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I suppose it's better than a dragon crashing a wedding," Riptide joked, eliciting a chuckle from Elysia. "Or a funeral," Jack added, the room echoing with their laughter.

Elysia carefully rolled up the scroll, her mind racing with questions. She realized her new role was not just about recording history, but about understanding the mysteries that shaped it.

Elysia felt a sense of camaraderie with the talking swords, despite their sarcastic nature. "Perhaps there's more to these prophecies than meets the eye," she mused, ready to uncover the truths hidden within the shadows of the past.