Syren's Song
It was a shiny silver blade with peculiar characters engraved at the blade, a language that I couldn't quite recognize, and a smooth black handle.
I swung at the air a couple of times, feeling like I've done this before.
"Woah," I lowered the blade once I realized I had accidentally swung at Raver, "Careful with that."
"I'm sorry, this is pretty cool. I've always wanted a sword," I inspected the blade closely, running my finger over the cool metal as I watched it gleam in the early morning sun.
"Well," He took the blade away from my hands slowly, "You need to practice hand to hand combat before you could even think of picking up a sword. Have you fought before?"
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