Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

45- Neidra's Offer

Here's an interesting chapter....

It's been a really crappy week, to be honest. 

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Chapter 45:

During the next day, we go about sorting the swords by length, weight, and purpose. Most of them are broadswords, but some, like Kiahriah, are more like the rapiers I've been practicing with. While most of the officers like Saldra, Eala, and Enekpe are in the tents near the army, and while Loki goes up to the ridge with Videl to try to organize themselves, Marjoy has taken charge of trying to organize the swords.

This is easier said than done. Marjoy might be tremendously talented with her bow and her sass, but her talents do not include anything type-A. First, she tries sorting the swords by color, but that backfires when many of them have different colors on their hilts or blades. Then, she tries sorting them by length, but then Jack points out that height shouldn't affect what swords will eventually go to someone.

Before Loki was forced to designate the sword-sorting task to Marjoy, he told me that the swords can only be properly swung by an owner that it truly belongs, at least the strongest swords. The lesser ones can be swung by most valiant women and men, though the magic is slightly less potent.

We threw the swords on the grassy fields between the canyons and the churning river. It's warm today, so under the sun, we go about to the sorting. Ten minutes later, Marjoy is practically tempted to throw all the blades in the river.

"Fine," says Jack. "Let's just put them in a pile and people can grab and go. Like a library checkout sort of thing."

"Absolutely not," says Marjoy. "There's a chance that some of these things can be held by someone in specific, which means they're much more powerful then."

"Should we form a line and let all the soldiers graze their hands over the blades and hilts and see when the weapons glow?" suggests Jack, running his hands along the metal and silver blades. "We could just-"

He suddenly stops when a sword buried a few weapons below the pile begins vibrating and glowing. "Bloody hell!"

Marjoy zooms over. "Oooh, ye got one? See, ma plan is workin'!"

Jack holds the broadsword up. It's a pretty large weapon, with brown scrolls around the hilt in the shape of wings.

I hop over a pile of longswords and inspect the writing that has just appeared on the blade. Litfraw.

"Most Asgardian swords have names," I say. "You know, like every medieval story ever. "This one means 'feathers'."

"I feel like I'm holding Aragon's sword in Return of the King," Jack says, looking very proud of himself.

"Good thing I don't really care for swords," says Marjoy, cheerfully tossing a couple swords onto the pile.

As it turns out though, Marjoy finds a sword of her own. Peter slipped and accidentally kicked one into the river, and when Marjoy fished out the broadsword, it began to glow in her fingers. When the words appeared on the blade, they made complete sense: Berial Lille. Little Arrow. Although she claimed she didn't care for swords, Marjoy immediately loved Berial Lille and took to challenging anyone, namely Jack and me whenever we had a few free seconds of time.

Marjoy isn't the only one. Peter finds a sword, called Nanciyun or Clouds. Its a longsword, but slender, unlike Marjoy's, perfect for Peter's aerial tricks. Peter promptly nicknames his blade "Nancy" and probably would have hugged the thing if its double-edged blade wouldn't have cut him.