This is just something I did for a prompt, which gave the opening line to start with.
Word count: 146
It was not a dark and stormy night, but judging by the state of its master's heart, Tenseiga felt that it might as well be. The turmoil inside him provided stark contrast to his usual calm. Anger, sorrow, regret, all swirling like a hurricane. And in the eye of the storm was something more, something completely unexpected. Something for which the other, malevolent blade had been broken—no, sacrificed.
That someone normally so composed and calculating would willingly put their own life in jeopardy over a memory and an insult certainly demonstrated some significant change. It was gladly that Tenseiga had put forth its protective barrier against those normally deadly diamond spears, and now it was with similar excitement that the sword called to its rather skeptical creator.
A warm breeze ruffled silver hair, and Tenseiga pulsed again.
He has learned much. He is ready.
