The weapon that was the last to come out of my hand completing my life as a blacksmith. I felt I had to make it, to give it everything I had, to spell into it every bit of my knowledge and skill, however small. I succeeded. It came into being as the culmination of my path of hammer and anvil. He then looked deeply into my eyes with a certainty that could move millions and said something that made me search for so long for the right person to become my protégé.- He began to imitate Master Vittoro again.- I know one thing about it. It already belongs to whoever becomes your first apprentice Darius, that is its destiny.- Bleist gently ran his fingers across the surface of the lid.- I never opened it.- He said quietly. The mage gently turned the case with its front towards the dragoness to show her the symbol burned between the latches-a black dragon.
