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She looked at the peasant. His hot pink eyes met her eye as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground with a large thump. They were full of anger and hatred for everything that she had done. Everything that she had ruined. Then they were empty.
Karl was dead.
The reality of it all hit her instantly. She had killed someone.
Her eyes were wide with horror at the whole experience. She looked around at her surroundings for the first time since the battle. Rodrigue’s mouth was wide open, his jaw gaping as he stared at his fallen cousin while the other peasants looked around uncertainly.
Then Kale looked behind her and saw the face of her allies.
Paka remained silent for a little while before replying with cautious words, “It was my father’s sword before it was mine. He named it ‘Jyak’ after something in Dragontongue. No one knows what it means, obviously. You know, Mokunu, a lot of things are named in Dragontongue. Like ‘Jeykeh’. It doesn’t make sense.”
Kale didn’t ask him exactly what didn’t make sense. Instead, she asked, “Can I look at it?”
Paka didn’t slow down as he unsheathed Jyak and held it out for Kale to examine. It was a strange sword. It looked rather plain, other than the fact that the blade was blue. The hilt glowed silver and had an old cloth wrapped around it. Looking at the blade was almost blinding. The moon reflected the startling blue as it caught the light. As it glimmered, Kale noticed it had a very long scratch from the very tip of the sword that went almost all the way to the hilt. She gazed at the weapon in wonder.
“How did it get scratched?” asked Kale.