THE SWORD OF PELLA II

I could not explain what I felt at that moment.

A mix of relief, joy, and happiness coursed through what remained of my body, what was not metal, and I went to the altar, seeing a cavity beneath it. In the semi-darkness of that small quality was a sword in its scabbard, one of the most beautiful things I could have seen.

It was made of gilded gold, with thin, intricate lines done on the body, and a handle made of some red material. I picked it up gently, and drawing the sword out, beheld a magnificent sword — maybe because I had not seen so many of them, but this one had a particular effect on me, one that made my jaw drop and hang open.

The metal, which I could guess was made of iron that had somehow not rusted, was still sharp, glinting the lights off of it. It also had some lines etched on it, which I guessed was for beauty, and an inscription in some language that looked like Greek to me.

“What does it say, Maia?”

“Interesting quote there. It says ‘only the worthy achieve glory’.”
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