It is a weapon, raised and trained for one purpose: war. Instead, it ends up broken long before the battle, losing what little meaning its life may have held. But that might just mean this weapon has a chance to choose its own fate.

How should a broken weapon that knows nothing and can do nothing, live in a world of humans?

A few notes:

This story uses a hard magic system and is set in a somewhat realistic middle ages time period.

Tagged sexual content just in case it comes up later.

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