Chapter Twenty Nine

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The present - six hours post explosion

My eyes opened, and I lay in a grassy field. A piece of the blade stuck out of the grass a few feet away, shining in the early moonlight. I blinked rapidly, to clear my vision, and tried to remember what happened.

Zerif... The sword.. It split? Our aura's clashed.. An explosion.
I turned onto my stomach, my body screaming in pain. I crawled up out of the smoking crater I woke up in, my bones aching. Nothing felt broken, I must've healed when I was out. I stood shakily, brushing the dirt from my tattered and burned clothes. My shirt hung off my shoulders, nothing left but a few pieces of cloth. I tore it off, leaving it in the field. I stretched my legs, the energy returning to them.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I walked over to the sword blade in the grass. "I can't use it without a hilt." I crouched down, laying a few fingers on it, to which the blade resonated with soft vibrations, a blue hue dancing up and down the metal. I can feel the pure energy radiating off it. Maybe I can channel it. I closed my eyes, laying my hand upon the cold steel. I focused as hard as I could, but nothing.

I opened my eyes in defeat, standing up again. "Damn. How the hell am I supposed to get this out?" I groaned in annoyance, when the blade suddenly shot from the grass, and levitated a few feet from me. It flew on a cloud of wispy blue energy. I held my hand out, and the energy engulfed it. In seconds, the weapon was reborn. It flew to my hand, a new name engraved upon it.

Aurora Fang? Awesome! I grinned proudly at my new weapon

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Aurora Fang? Awesome! I grinned proudly at my new weapon. I released the blade, and felt the burning in my arm. I gritted my teeth for the short moment, and looked down at my arm, a new tattoo replaced that of my father's sword.

My own weapon. All mine. Was the blade meant to split like that? Does that mean Zerif has one just like this? All of the questions but no answers came to mind. I pulled my phone out, but it was nothing but a cracked broken mess. "Great. In the middle of nowhere, and no phone." I stretched out my midnight wings, moving them a few times and took off skyward.

"How long was I out?" I mumbled to myself. I raised a hand to my face rubbing my jaw. I looked out over the city. Bright light beamed from the sky, and the entire Earth shook. The first wave of the oncoming storm has begun. And I had no idea what was coming.

The big climax is coming up soon! Sorry for the short chapter btw. Trying to build suspense is all, and I hope it's working.

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