(Glances around) I know I get a lot of comments on my grammar. . . Well I'm working on that. (Looks around earnestly) Really I am. But well. Let's just say grammar and I don't always get along. But if anyone would like to volunteer to beta I might be able to fix that.
In fact a beta would especially help with my new story Starlight Requiem. (coff)shameless plug(coff)
See the last chapter for the disclaimer if you really feel like looking at one. It's there and I'm feeling a little lazy. (winks)
(Glances at muses sleeping in the background) Hehe!
Forged by a father's hands for a child yet too small to wield it. From the bones of a hundred fold I was born.
Not without help however, nay for the great smith of the dog fangs was in assistance for a weapon such as I.
It was an ancient technique those two men used that day. To merge the bones of many into one is no easy task. A little of the father's soul slipped into that day, which was how I took my shape.
I am a weapon. And attack in the same way a father going off to war would. I leave my girl, my child to attack and always return if able. No parent would ever leave their child if possible, but battle is always present.
The girl of the future calls me a boomerang, I believe. She's a sweet one. A bit strange though and needs to be protected often.
The father never realized that I had been created for his daughter when I was made. He just thought he had made a fantastic weapon.
They soon discovered that I could not be used so easily. Until one day, by chance the young slayer happened upon me. The females don't usually undergo advanced training. But she was something special in her own right and she was equipped with me.
Then she was a marvel to behold. Strong, swift and deadly.
Her father was proud of his daughter. He gave her attention and encouragement in her training in the taiji-ya village.
And in that gave her his real gift.
Hmm. That was a little fluffy. This was just a cute little ficlit I thought up.