Page 55 of Light Magic

What was it that people said? The more I repeat it, the greater the chances I would believe it.

I let out a sigh.

“Off with you two.” Abbie shooed Gwen and Britt away, then smiled at me. “I think your sword is ready. Want to see it?”

“Of course.”

“I want to see it,” Gwen said.

“Me too!” Britt whined.

“All right, but just for a minute.” Abbie lifted one finger. “Wait here.”

She walked between two bookshelves.

I glanced at her sisters. “Where is she going?” The way to the greenhouse wasn’t through the shelves.

“She’s the hall’s favorite,” Britt said with a little disdain.

“Well, she’s the heir,” Gwen mumbled.

“That means, the hall gives her shortcuts and magical doors,” Maggie explained. “And only Abbie.”

The Grand Eternity Hall and its living magic never ceased to amaze me.

A minute later, Abbie returned holding something large wrapped in a black cloth. She deposited it on a cleared part of the long table and pulled the corners of the cloth away.

My breath caught.

The Celestial Sword shone against the dark cloth, its silver blade and white hilt clear of any rust and dirt.

“It’s so pretty,” I whispered.

“The sword is infused with magic, but there’s one more thing we need to do.” Abbie beckoned to me. I lay my hand on top of hers. She pinched my fingertip and I hissed when it felt like a prick. She pressed my finger on the blade, smearing it with my blood. The blade shone and the blood disappeared. “There. Now it’s attuned to you.”

I frowned. “How does it work?”

“With the magic we put in it, the blade is supposed to feel lighter than it actually is, and it’s stronger too,” Abbie explained. “It will take a lot to break or destroy it.”

“It also should cut through almost anything,” Maggie added.

“Right.” Abbie nodded. “And it will answer your call. Just summon it like you would your first Celestial Blade.”

It was too good to be true.

I stared at the sword and wished for it to disappear.

It trembled, as if not used to it, but after another try, it blinked into oblivion.

The sisters and Lacey cheered.

With a smile of my own, I extended my hand and called it. The sword blinked into existence, the hilt in my grip and the shiny blade stretched in front of me.

“This is amazing,” I said, my throat closing with emotion. “Thank you.”

“Our pleasure,” Abbie said, and the sisters nodded.

I stepped away and swung it a few times, feeling its weight, its movement. It felt lighter and quicker than it should and it was awesome.

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