Chapter48:

His attitude switched immediately, clearly affected by the blade as much as I was. He laughed, the sound laced with real and pure joy – a sound I never expected to hear slip from between Warrick’s sullen lips.  “It just appeared beside me.” I said truthfully, my voice slightly shaky. He laughed again and flung his arms around me before dragging me off to the arena. Zara had a similar reaction when she saw the blade. “By the gods! Is that what I think it is?” she asked Warrick. He nodded, beaming (and I must tell you, that in itself was friggin scary!). “What is it?”  My voice sounded scratchy, but I blame all of the crying I had done moments ago. “You don’t know? Child, it’s the legendary Rose of the Mists! Legend says that Nyx bet Hephaestus that he could never forge a sword so light that it would weigh less than her mist did. To prove her wrong, Hephaestus worked long and hard until he eventually created the most perfect sword he had ever forged. Nyx, furious at having lost the bet,