The room was brightly lit. In it a lone, beautiful girl sat cross-legged on a bearskin. She held out a sword. The blade was dark as night, as if the light in the room couldn't touch it. "It's called the Kings' Bane." The girl said, her eyes boring into mine. Her lips hinted at a smile. She traced the edge of the blade gently. Caressed it was perhaps more accurate. Like touching her lover. "I feel it calling to you," she said. "That has happened only twice before. Once was with me." I squatted at a distance. Pretty or not, I regarded her like a viper, coiled and ready to strike. Forget niceties. It'd be useless if you ended up dead. "The other time?" I asked, casual yet curious. "The previous owner," came the short reply. "And where is he now?" She scoffed. "She, not he. And she's dead." "Ah," I said. "You killed her." For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence grew weighty and oppressive, like a heavy, wet blanket that threatened to smothers us. We both knew the truth, that the sword had summoned me as an heir apparent. Only one of us was leaving this room alive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey all, The final pic. Changed some things here and there. Prolly drove my laptop mad with the minor re-renderings lol. Stay safe and strong 😊👍✌ and oh yeah, me hopes you enjoys :))