the sword up close. As soon as she looked at it she turned slightly pale and shifted her gaze to Draco.
-I didn't expect...- She put her hand on his head and gently combed through his hair.-It's your destiny, apparently.- She said in a slightly cracking voice and with a smile on her face.
-Do you recognise these runes? -Darius looked surprised.
-Yes, however, I can't read them,- stated the dragoness looking at the mage.-I can't say anything about them though,-she smiled a little sadly.-I rather doubt you will find them somewhere, but one day Draco will know where to look for them.
-What does that mean Auntie?- Draco asked looking at the dragoness.
-You'll find out in your own time, - she said sitting down in her chair. Draco looked at Darius and read the same thing from his face as he thought from her they would learn nothing. Bleist shrugged his shoulders gently making a face emphatically telling him to leave it for later.
-Put it on your belt.- said the master overlooking the problem at hand. Draco immediately understood that they would deal with it later and for now he didn't need to worry about it.
The dragon picked up the sword and looked at the unusual attachment. Quite quickly he worked out how the five silver chains, whose links were covered in a pattern of flames, should be clipped to his belt. When he did so he was surprised to find that the weight of the sword was perfectly distributed and did not interfere with any of his movements.
-Try it.- Darius smiled nodding appreciatively.
Draco agreed and walked out into the garden. He faced his aunt and master and drew his sword from its scabbard for the first time. It laid perfectly in his hand and he swung and cut at neck level with no problem.
Bleist watched Draco handle his sword in the shadow battle. He was pleased to watch the boy move seamlessly from a one-handed grip to a two-handed one, making turns at which the sheath halves could barely keep up with
