Inside was a new sword, with a dragon hilt carved out of turquoise, and a matching sheath, which was surprisingly light. The top of the sheath was lined with gold, or at least a material looking like it.
i know you wanted a new sword, so I thought you'd like this one...
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
