Lifting the broad sword for the first time
feeling it's weight in her hand,
then the other.
She wasn't supposed to
it was wrong.
Bringing it up to her eyes
looking at the blade
gleaming, seeing her reflection.
She licked the edge
tasting metal as it mixed with her blood,
shivering with excitement.
Placing the handle in her hand
tossing it to the other hand
feeling the balance, power.
Slowly, methodically she moved
the blade as it sliced the air,
shimmering as it caught the light
beams splintered as it whooshed.
She danced with it, moving
ever faster, companions,
they were one.
Suddenly she stopped
lifting the hilt of the great sword
over her head
driving the tip into the rock
plunging deep into the heart of the stone.
Bowing her head
she disappeared.