General

It was Excalibur, shining in the sun as if it were fashioned from the brilliant rays themselves. The broad silvery metal was warmed, as was the rock it rested upon. In all the landscape it was the thing that drew the eye, a symbol of the kind of bravery that enables others to find their own courage, to be more than they thought themselves able to be. Yet, as the moon, it was a reflection of the sunlight, of love's own energy and the duty of protection.

General

Constance weighed the sword in her right hand, slashing it delicately at the air with a novice-like apprehension, and as she did so the reflection of the orange torch flame danced warmly within the cool steel. The handle of the sword was bound with black leather, the hilt decorated yet understated, and the blade was short. Constance knew little about swords, but she was certain that Alexander had once told her this type of sword was a Sabina.

By chrism3, June 22, 2016.