There's a sword that goes by the name Laetitia–she'll even answer to Tish–and she comes with a hilt wrapped in pure gold filigree and a case of enamel jade.
It's the blade that'll hold your eye, though. The metal's a dusty gray. The uneven edge shows the pits and scars of years.
But the blade itself is like nothing you've ever seen. It's forged in manifold layers that make the surface ripple and dance. It's shaped into sinuous curves that look almost liquid. As your eyes trace her shape, the blade seems to twist in your hand, yearning to breathe free.
She's dormant fire. And if you say her name, she'll come alive.
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Character Profiles
Short StoryFlash fiction one-shots introducing some of my favorite characters across all my series.
