I unsheathe my blade and strike it at the figure. The figure was hooded and all i could see was their azure eyes . I hold the blade with both hands and strike them again . From their back they took two daggers. They glowed pure white . My blade whispered to me. They charged at me . They tried to cut me . I ducked and saved my self from pain. They kept slashing in my direction. So i swung me sword back . My hands started to glow azure and bond with the sword . I rush to them with the sword clutched with two hands and following my back. I jump.
The blade turned to the colour of blood.
The sword pierced them .
Crimson rivers gushed out of their body. They layed on the floor and their hood was off .
They had white hair and blue eyes . They had freckled and was wearing a elven battle suit. I sheathe my sword and carry them back to the palace.
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the blade in the grass
FantasyThere it stood, in the grass glittering in the rising sun. It has exquisite carvings and had an azure colour to it. When I picked it up. My life started to change.
