FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

New Sword

Draven was smiling when he went back to Leo and the girl. He reminded himself over and over that this girl was Lara, not Elena. Lara was stupid and clueless, and she would not last long in a game. He didn’t know why he cared, but it was these simple acts of caring that made Master reconsider his mind.

He would never understand how the robotic man thought, but clearly hard work was a factor that finally gave him the sword. He waved the sword in the air, testing it. Actually, he had been testing it for the past 15 minutes, but what did that matter? He had a new one now—maybe better or less, but he would figure it out. He always does.

Leo was making a fire to brew his medicinal tea when he came in. Both hands were behind his back, and so was the sword. Draven wanted it to be a surprise, but then he was just too excited to keep up with it.

“I’m hungry,” Lara suddenly said, forcing his attention to her.

He smiled. She actually cut off her hair; so low that there wasn’t any call down to her