After I finished the swords, I sent a letter to Roran asking him what I should name it. I was glad that I had taught him how to fight, so I knew his fighting style. All of the others instantly started practicing with their new swords. It would be an understatement to say that they were surprised that I made so many swords without them knowing about them beforehand. Not even Hugin knew about them. But here are the names and colors of the swords:
Arget - Black w/ Red Star - Spark! (Terista)
Hugin - Black - Judge! (Jartricv)
Roran - Colorless A.K.A. white - Purity! (Cielinm)
Violet - Gold - Life! (Thrancv)
Silby - Pale Blue - Liberty! (Truinart)
Ash - Green - Happiness! (Iernamy)
Crizzy - Yellow - Sunshine! (Lorantia)
Ennai - Pink (blegh) - Bubbles (Erantiin)
After a long day of trying to train little Arrow to behave, I went to the river to soak my feet. It was the only way for me to calm down after dealing with that little annoying ball of energy. He was the hardest dragon to train, but maybe because his rider was gone. Some days I had to worry about whether or not the elves would find out about him when I was traveling with Arya.
Just then Arget came up to me, "Do you want me to deal with the little demon while you are gone? It would be easy."
I nodded, "That would be amazing. Thanks, sis."
It was really cool seeing all of the different cultures that we passed through. I felt like a giant among the elves, but I really felt that way when we traveled in the dwarves territory. But what was the most interesting about traveling was seeing everyone trying to pick up my swords. Apparently they were extremely heavy to other people.
I may not write any more, I am shocked how little I have written in here in seven here is something I found out, Father only knows about the little egg I hold in my arms. Also the one that is in his house of doom. Here I am, once again wondering is I belong anywhere.