Page 50 of Light Magic

I looked at Levi and a strange force tugged at my heart at the thought of leaving him.

His eyes met mine.

I inhaled deeply, at peace, at least for tonight.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I nodded. “The only thing better than this, would be if I got my sword back too.”

“Oh, you lost your Celestial Sword too?” Maggie asked. Everyone’s attention turned to me again.

“Yeah, a higher demon destroyed it,” I said, feeling Levi’s and Lacey’s eyes on me. It had been Molraz, their father.

“We have a Celestial Sword here,” Britt said, sounding bored.

I sat straighter. “You do?”

Everyone nodded.

“Yeah, it’s on display in the Light Gallery,” Gwen said.

“Do you want to see it?” Trent asked, his mouth still dirty from the brownie.

“Of course!”

The sisters and Trent led Levi, Lacey, and me to the Light Gallery, while Magnus took Belinda back to her chambers.

Once we arrived in the gallery, I understood the name. The ceiling was glass, not stained, letting pure light come in, and all the items in this gallery were about pure and light magic.

The sword was on a pedestal at the end of the large room, and I froze upon seeing it. It was a little rusty, but still so beautiful with its long silver blade and white hilt and silver details.

“The sword is old and dull, and I believe it’s magicless,” Abbie said.

It didn’t make sense. Celestial Swords were tied to the guardians. They were made from our power, and once we died, they crumbled into ashes.

Unless they were destroyed by higher demons, something that only happened a handful of times in our long history.

“How do you have it?” I asked, my fingers itching to reach out and touch it.

“It belonged to an angel, friend of the family, several hundred years ago,” Maggie said. “He asked our ancestors to enchant it right before he died, so the sword would live on forever.”

“From what we read, he hated the idea of the sword disappearing,” Gwen said. “He didn’t like that it would be sitting here, but wanted it to survive his death.”

“Can’t you take it?” Trent asked, amused.

My eyes widened for a moment. “I probably can’t. I mean, it was another angel’s. It’s tied to his essence and I’m sure it wouldn’t work.”

Abbie’s brows curled down. “Maybe we can make it work.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

“I can’t guarantee anything, if it’ll even be possible,” she continued. “But maybe we can enchant it. Make it answer your call. It won’t be exactly like a Celestial Sword, but it can be yours.”

“This sounds like a challenge,” Britt said, sounding interested.

“I like this idea,” Lacey said. “Can I help?”

“Of course,” Gwen answered. “But first, we need to clean it.

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