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Once they cleaned up after dinner, Terra placed her
new weapon on the living room table, and Hyren ducked into his room and brought
out his sword-maintaining tools. They were tucked neatly away in a leather
holder than he unrolled onto the floor, pulling out a metal mallet with a punch
that unscrewed from the top.
Meanwhile, Zoltan held his paws over the sword, closing
his eyes as the purple streaks on his fur and mane surged. “No curses or evil
magic,” he reaffirmed. “It is bursting vith light magic, however. As for
enchantments… zhere’s a strengthening enchantment to prevent zhe blade from
breaking… and an ever-sharp enchantment.”
Hyren turned to face the blade, mallet in hand.
“An ever-sharp enchantment?” he asked. “Only faeries know that one.”
“I thought you vere not one for magic,” Zoltan
said. “How do you know zhat?”
“Not most magic,” Hyren said. “But magic relating
to weapons? Let’s just say I research weapons a lot. All righty, let’s see how
well-made this blade is…” He moved aside some of the leather binding on the
grip to reveal a metal peg that ran through the hilt. Flipping the sword over,
he found the smaller side of the peg, and he carefully used the punch and
mallet to work the peg out.