ELIAS'S P.O.V
I had never seen this side of Zola. The fierce, outspoken, fiery side. The Zola I know is soft, gentle, and innocent. How had she changed so much in such a short timeframe? Don't get me wrong, she is still the same Zola I'd always known. She just has more of a flare now. I didn't think I could desire her more, yet here we were. If I didn't want her before, I sure as hell wanted her now.
"Okay, sword keeper, hand your son the sword," Josiah said, looking directly at my father after he was handed the gem.
"I'm no sword keeper," Ezra muttered.
"No? Why would you assume you weren't born for this moment right here."
"What moment?" he asked Josiah.
"Today will make history," Josiah responded vaguely with a smug look on his face.
My father's eyes slid towards
