his limited knowledge allowed. On the latches he noticed the decorative letters V, and between them the burnished silhouette of a dragon.-Come on, open it.-Bleist urged him.
-I really don't know if I should...- Draco began awkwardly, glancing at the master, aunt and chest in turn.
-Don't even say that.- Darius rebuked him with a smile on his lips.-I've been waiting for this moment myself ever since I received my Master's title, so do me the favor, please.
Draco nodded a few times and walked over to the case. Suddenly his icy hands gripped the latches and he drew in deeply. He was nervous although he didn't know why. In one smooth movement he opened the closures and gently lifted the lid. The inside was lined with a fine, soft, blood-red material. On it lay a sword. Simple, one-and-a-half-handed and with a large perfectly transparent stone embedded in the head. On the hilt he could see a barely outlined ornament, and the blue scabbard was sheathed in shiny metal moulded in a fancy pattern.
-It is beautiful - whispered the dragon looking at the weapon.
-Not only that.- He glanced at Darius. The mage looked surprised and excited at the same time, his eyes sparkling.-Truly unusual. As a rule, such weapons are given for higher officer ranks in the army or for scientific merit. It is a weapon of the highest class, an Atlantean sword, the Eil as Mageus, the face of the sorcerer.-He unconsciously placed his hand on his own weapon.-When it finds its master it binds to him for the rest of the sorcerer's life, and then disintegrates into dust.- His eyes flashed even more. He shifted his gaze from the weapon to Draco.-When you grab it, you can't let go until it binds to you.-He said with his face lit up with a smile.-Only then will it take its true shape that suits its new owner best.
-I...I think...-The dragon stammered not knowing what to do. It's too precious. I can't. He thought a little horrified.-I can't, it's too much....
-Oh, what are you talking about?- Darius
