A Tale of a Sword

The Breaking

I went to the place where a blacksmith worked, and asked him for his help. Grudgingly the other agreed, so we started to use strong hammers to bend the blade. Everything progressed slowly, but surely. After a full day of work the sword broke into 7 shards.

I would have not imagined the blade to be so enduring, to hard to break. My muscles were aching, sweat was dripping down. The hammer felt heavier and heavier until I was satisfied with the size of the fragments.

That was the time when I was especially surprised. A small sphere, seemingly out of silver, yet from the smith examined as something he never saw, dropped out of the hilt. A note was attached, saying:

You broke what others treasure. Keep this as a gift.

Thinking of the aura each of the shards emitted, I decided to coat each of them with some glass, but as I was not careful with three shards I could still feel a bit of power emitting of them…but as it was weakened I was satisfied. Then, I pocketed my belongings and set out to hide them, keeping one of the powerful shards himself and spreading the others.

Through forest and mountain, seashore and desert: I hid all of them well, or so I thought.