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coveting my father’s sword for years knowing that it
would never be mine, but now here lay a sword like his but
different and yet the same.
    It lay on the velvet liner of the box in
resplendent repose. The double-edged blade was a bluish gray and it
did not shine brightly as a newly shined blade would.
    “Father helped me out a lot when I told him
several years ago what I wanted to do. I asked him if he knew of a
stronger metal than what’s commonly available. He talked with a
woman called Abby and she gave him this bluish metal. Hardest stuff
I’ve ever worked with let me tell you! The sword is a little
shorter than I had wanted it to be because there wasn’t much of the
metal to work with. Apparently it is extremely rare and father said
it has unique properties to it, but he didn’t go into saying
anymore about it.”
    “Did you read the words of the Creator into
it?”
    “I did, from front to back. Several times
actually.”
    “Does it work like father’s does?”
    “Don’t know haven’t tried it. Wanted you to
be the first.”
    The blade ended in an ornate engraved handle
and cross guards that featured thin inlays of silver. The most
domineering aspect of the handle was the pommel stone. It was a
huge multi faceted ruby looking crystal.
    Gavin must have seen me looking at it,
“Father supplied that too.”
    A long moment passed.
    Gavin burst out, “Well aren’t you going to
pick it up?”
    “I’m scared to.” I replied softly.
    Gavin looked thoughtful and then said,
“Zevin the sword isn’t magic, by itself it’s just metal and
crystals. It’s the bearer of it that unlocks the unique qualities
of the sword. The quality of the individual is what matters and
your all quality, except for your sense of humor that is.”
    A brief smile flickered across my lips and I
remembered something my father had said, “Start your own
legacy.”
    This sword certainly was a weapon to create
a legacy with. I reached out for the handle praying that the
Creator would help me be worthy of this gift and never misuse
it.
    The moment my fingers touched the handle I
felt the cold metal grow warm and stranger than that was the pulse
of energy that radiated up my arm from where I gripped the sword. I
lifted the sword up into the air and watched as tiny bright blue
lines traced all along the blade until a scrollwork of unbelievable
intricacy was blazed along the entire sword length.
    Gavin swallowed, “I didn’t design the blade
to have those patterns!”
    The blue line designs began to pulse of a
brighter color flare and I felt tendrils close around my hand.
Looking at my hand I watched as silver tendrils of liquid metal
fused around my hand and up my arm.
    The silver turned blue and I felt a shock of
power radiate throughout me and then it seemed to travel back into
the sword. The pommel stone lit up brilliantly, and showered the
room with rays of red reflected light and then the sword went
dark.
    Had I broken it?
    The silver tendrils were no longer about my
hand, but the way my hand felt around the handle made me never want
to let go of it. The pommel stone crystal pulsed red and then the
silver framework of the handle flashed brilliantly followed by the
entire blade which glowed a cool blue while jetting lines of cobalt
blue shot up and down the blade in constant geometric scroll like
patterns that dazzled the eyes.
    I looked at Gavin and he at me and we both
grinned and said at the same time, “Cool!”
    “Best gift ever brother, thank you so much!”
I said with all my heart.
    “Don’t thank me I’m just glad to have been
used to create this... this.”
    Gavin through his hands up at a lack for
what to say. “Masterpiece!” I finished for him as I cut the sword
through the air leaving a shimmering light trail of silver and
blue.
    “Nice!” Said father from the doorway.
    We both looked over at him and he got a big
smile on his face as he said to his 22-year-old sons, “It’s time to
put the toys down and go