the weapon closely. The sword was one-and-a-half-handed, and a large black stone was embedded in its head, inside of which darkness seemed to mix with muffled light in a fascinating way. The shaft was straight, tightly wrapped in black leather. The hilt was covered on both sides with runes, Atlantean on one side and dragon runes on the other, both inscriptions signifying the same word although translated differently depending on the language. Gler'thys from Atlantean dragon blade, and from the language of dragons a deadly shadow. The hilt ended on either side with carefully shaped dragon heads. The blade was straight and tapered towards the end, it had double fuller and there were runes running the entire length that he had never seen before. In the middle were larger, more distinguished marks that made up his name. As with the sword's name, the inscription was in two languages. Draco's name was written in Atlantean runes and Ignis' surname in dragon runes.
He slowly reached out his hand and the shadows diverged giving way to a luminous sphere. He clenched his hand firmly on the hilt and felt his energy pour into the sword, and he somehow became bound to it, as if becoming part of it. And again he felt as if he was reclaiming a part of himself that he had forgotten existed and that had come to him on its own. He felt that he knew what the sword he held in his hand was capable of, that he knew how to use it, how to pour into it the knowledge and practice he had acquired at the Dragon Academy. Picking it up he sensed its unusual balance, it was heavier than the swords he had held in his hands so far. The weight was also distributed differently than normal, the handle and crossguard perfectly balanced the weight of the blade, the weight of which gradually increased towards the lunge, which, due to his strength, did not cause him any problem, in fact it fit his hand perfectly. He tried to swing. He knew that with this balance,
