FIFTY EIGHT

Valerie's POV

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I could not believe this. Only Ansel's mother was able to read the inscription on the dagger? How was that possible? Was there some kind of connection between this dagger and me?

I looked at Ansel as if I heard him saying some jargon.

But after a moment of contemplation, he offered a rare smile, "Perhaps, it was meant to be." He declared, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of trust. "You were chosen to understand its meaning. Carry it with you, let its strength be yours."

What was he saying? It seemed like he was talking in parables.

"I doubt I'm the chosen one for this dagger." I made an airy laugh, "I can't even deliver a punch well." I stated nervously.

Now, that was getting a little bit weird.

Ansel and I shared a burst of heartfelt laughter. Kind of, Hilarious.

"But that does not change the fact that it belongs to you," He smiled as he walked towards the wardrobe. He opened it and rummaged inside of it like he was searching for something.

"Oh, I found it." I hea