Already your legend grows.” The hiss was dulling to a mere throb now just enough to remind her it was there, but no longer dropping her to her knees in waves of anguish. “I promised you fame and glory. Have I not provided?”
“Some,” she agreed, “but I strive for so much more.”
“Greed.” The sword was satisfied. “Another human weakness I find appealing.” His presence diminished a little and she was able to shake her head clear of the cobwebs. A small chuckle started in her belly slowly growing to be a loud, boisterous laugh that erupted from deep in her soul; the laugh of someone no longer in touch with the reality of emotions.
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