(Cont.) Shaking fingers reached out to brush against the blade only to recoil as a feeling of static shock jumped from the blade to your fingers. The second try, you wrap your hand around the hilt. The sword vibrates slightly in your hand as you slowly draw it out. You step back, sword in hand and you admire it; so engrossed that you fail to notice the glowing green eyes now watching you "I did not think I would open my eyes to another day." He said softly.
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