The Sword of Mikkellana
Rahg stared at the shera. "A thousand winters! How old are you?"
"Some people live longer than others. I was around when Lyssic was king of Sykor. That's when I first met Mikkellana. She's the one who gave me the sword."
"That's impossible," Rahg said.
Kevon looked at Rhaven. "I have tested this sword with many people. It wasn't until you touched it that it responded. The sword was made for you."
"I don't need another sword."
"You will have to make room. It is your destiny to wield this one."
"I don't know Mikkellana."
"The sword fits your hand, my friend. Somewhere, you met her." The shera paused for thought. "The first time she came to me was after the battle a thousand years ago. The second time she came as an old healer woman. It was—"
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