Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 1]

If I was doing that anyway, I figured I might as well make a better sword.

The one I'd been using in the interim stood propped up by the back wall, a simple steel long sword bought off the Beacon market. It wasn't anything to talk about, but was cheap, functional, and served its purpose for the three months it had taken me to reach this point. I'd probably keep it around, if only to serve as a backup if anything went wrong.

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"You saw my old one break," I said. "That's why I've been using this other one for the last few months." My hand touched the hilt over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I did wonder," she said. "I was about to ask if you were trying to look cool like that or not. Wearing a sword on your back…"

"Is stupid, I know." I laughed and poked her shoulder. "It's only there so I can carry it back to my room. I didn't intend to use it."

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 1]