Her Father's Sword

"After the door closed i sat up and looked at what he had left. My eyes widened as i saw my father's sword, Wing, Laying before me. Gently i stoked the simple leather sheith and scross the jewled hilt, gazing at the blood red stone on the top. I slowly slid the sheith away and looked at the beautiful silver blade.<br />
Teif had made it so many years ago and it stil looked brand new. The metal was impossible to rust and break. I would have eventually inherited it, but fate had changed that corse long ago.<br />
I put the sheith back on and held the sword to my chest, it was huge for me but i loved it. It smelled like home, like my father. I guess i began to cry again and eventually fell alseep because i awoke the next mnorning still clinging to it."<br />
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from Sky's journal. <br />
I think it's cute ^.^