He stepped back as if the sword would hurt him if he took it.
“No one has been able to wield that sword in ten thousand years, Harley. It kills anyone who tries to touch it.” His shocked expression lingered on the sword in my hand.
“Well, I’m not dead, so... let's get to it then,” I grumbled, walking down a path by the building. Another vampire stepped in front of me but was careful not to get too close.
“I—It… It is that way, my queen.” He too kept his eyes on the sword.
I turned to look at the men walking into the forest. I turned to walk that way too, but the sword got heavier, making me stop to look at it. The emerald stone in the center of the handle grew hot in my hand. Maybe it was a delayed effect?
I wanted to let it go but my fingers weren’t working.
“Let it guide you.” My
