Greyson swings a sword in the air as he walks into the armoury. He sights me immediately I step in.

I look around the place, my fingers trailing some weapons as I walk towards him.

He drops the sword and looks up at me, “How did you find me?”

“Paul led me here,” I mutter, my eyes jumping through various weapons.

I pull a blade out of it’s supporting item and look at what I hold in my hands in awe.

If there was moonlight or sunlight reflecting on it, it would have been shining like a baby’s behind.

Before I know it, Greyson rushes forward and takes it from...