~IC 12/16/05~
She smiled softly at the finished blade, running the pad of her thumb along the edge. The steel was true...not as ornate as she could produce, but this weapon would protect the life of someone she loved, someone she cared for. She hoisted the blade, ignoring the screams of pain from the sore muscles of her body. Slowly she moved the blade
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