After their little adventure in the woods, the band of travelers decided to walk the road, where there were no waterfalls or dense trees. Aurelia held the Parasol blade with pride as she marched down the cobblestone road. Her first victory over a superior foe had her on cloud nine, and why shouldn't she be? She earned the right to wield it by conquering its master. The bright colors and wooden handle were nothing more than simple deception for the sharpened steel within.
"It suits you, dark princess," Nothing equaled the pride and admiration in Zinjo's voice, "Have you decided what to do with your previous weapons?"
"Do you need one?"
"No, I prefer my partisan. Its history will guide me."
Aurelia looked over at the Hyena-like Mshindi, "You said the Hyenas use a similar weapon
