Brok: Quit your fucking worrying and enjoy the fucking show! Brok unwrapped the white bandaged blade. And it was a white hilted grass cutter sword inside its wooden beige scabbard. Brok tried to hand me the sword, but when I barely made any contact with my two fingers, I backed away from it. My heart began to sink. I’m breaking out in a cold sweat. I feel my left arm getting tight. Vivi came to me and placed her hand on my right shoulder for a moment. Valencia: Blue, what’s wrong? Justin: My nigga are you alright?

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m better than this.

Sora: I’m straight. Brok: Good. Now, come get the shit! I went back to the sword. I grabbed it for a brief moment but let go soon as I heard a man’s voice saying, “There you are, monster.” My legs and arms felt unnervingly cold. But my skin stills feels warm like always. I darted around, and no one said a word, and doesn’t look like they heard anything but me panicking. I seized the sword from Brok. Then the entire area started getting dimmer and foggy with dark magic. Then I heard a terrified sobbing woman saying, Please, don’t kill me! I immediately dropped the blade.

Sora: Get this damn sword away from me. I don’t want it. Brok: Come on. Take the damn sword! It’s yours, pisspot! Sora: I don’t want it. Just get it away from me. Justin: If you don’t want it, then I’ll take it. This master quality of a sword deserves a swordsman that can wield it. Justin attempts to pick up the blade, but Deshon shoulder tackles Justin to the ground.

Deshon: Nah, nah, nigga! I’ll be taking this. Deshon picks up the blade and tries to unsheathe it. But the sword was immediately engulfed in ruby-red flames. The ruby-red flames seared Deshon’s hands. Deshon drops the sword and immediately starts screaming in agony. In almost an instant, Deshon’s flesh on his hands was no more. Only his petite skeleton hands were left, but the flames didn’t stop burning. Deshon quickly put his hands deep in the snow. But the flames melt the surrounding snow. Deshon sprinted to Valencia. Deshon: Valencia! Help me! V placed her hands on Deshon’s skeleton hands and froze them in a block of ice for both hands.

Deshon: Thanks. You’re a lifesaver. But the flames melted the ice, and his skeleton hands were becoming black by the second. Deshon sprinted to me and panicked like the little bitch he is. Deshon: My nigga! Help! I grabbed both of his hands, and the flames were snuffed out. Deshon: What the hell is wrong with this sword!? Justin: That is what you get nigga. Isn’t obvious? You don’t have fire magic. That is why you got burnt, dumbass. Galawnee, Edwin, and Jakari started laughing a bit. Galawnee: Did Meghan tell you that?

Justin: To you, it’s fucking Alecto. And yes, she did. Problem?! Galawnee: Not at all. She spoke with a sarcastic tone. Justin picked up the sword and instantly seared his hands to the bone. He drops the blade. I got to Justin and snuffed out the flames by doing the same thing with Deshon. Benson went to Justin and injected him with this bright orange fluid on his neck. Benson: Kids, I don’t have an infinite supply of these. These injections aren’t cheap ya know. Justin: What the fuck!? Why did it burn me like this!? I think this sword is racist!

Valencia picks up the sword, and everyone from the Twilight Tigers team is telling her don’t do it. But there were no flames combusting. Valencia, smacks the blade on her arm, and nothing happenes. Valencia: It’s not racist. Justin: It’s sexist! How in the flying fuck are you not getting burnt like us?! Last I checked, you don’t have fire magic. Deshon: Or maybe she’s using her ice magic to snuff out the flame so that shit doesn’t burn her. Valdis: If that was the case, her ice wouldn’t have melted, when she tried to stop the flames. Brok and almost all my familiars laughed up a storm. Artoria and Ali remained neutral like always. Edwin reached in his pocket and then dropped a bunch of gold coins into Galawnee and Jakari’s hands. Then Edwin reached in his other pocket and pulled out a silver key. And he tossed it to Brok.

So they were betting. Interesting. Is Edwin losing a bet? I am kinda surprised by that. Anyway what about this blade that’s

Justin: Alecto! Justin dropped his sheathed blade to the ground. Five-foot thick green mist covered the blade, and risen from the mist was Valencia, sporting a double braided Dutch hair. She’s dressing in a purple tank top, black ripped jeans, and purple and black boots. The mist dissipated around her. She picked up the red-hilted katana with a red and black ray skin and scabbard containing ancient mage text, Alecto, the future sightseer, and knowledge seeker.

Meghan: Yes? Justin: You said I was safe! Look at my hands! Benson injected something into Deshon’s and Justin’s necks; the skin on their hands was back and healed, but they still had burn blemishes. Benson: Kids, I don’t have an infinite supply of these, ya gotta protect yourselves. These injections aren’t cheap ya know. Meghan: Well, I wasn’t finished. Fire magic will protect you. But it had to be Sora’s family fire magic. The goddess Hestia provides their flames. And provides them protection from fire. They can’t be seriously hurt by it as long it’s not another god’s fire. Also, they are somewhat resistant to that said god’s fire. Galawnee: Somewhat resistant! Gawlawnee mimics Meghan’s voice with sarcasm.

Dark magic coated around my body. And darkness shot out of my body. Then this entire space was engulfed by darkness. The only thing visible to an average mage is black and lavender thick mist flowing throughout the area. But I see the Twilight Tigers team struggling to breathe except Vivi and Valdis. Then that man’s voice came back again. “It’s too dark in here. Let’s make things visible, shall we.” The darkness in the area dissipated a bit. Now everyone has a clear line of sight. The thick mist is eight feet above us now. And this five-foot-ten dark misted ghostly figure with no facial features appeared right in front of me. “You didn’t forget the truth didn’t you now, mosnter?” His voice. It’s more clear now. I could never forget that man’s southern London cockney accent. Jacob Lisowski. He was a twenty-five-year-old that used to be one of forty butlers of the Accordia’s three years ago. But he was tragically killed three years ago I think, during the night of the Accordia estate massacre.

Sora: Hello there, Jacob. Jacob: Ah, so you do remember me! Benson: But Jacob been gone a while now. So this must be an illusion. Jacob: Oh no, Andre. I assure you, I’m no illusion. But I’m not alive either. This monster made sure of that! Benson: Sora killed you?! Jacob: Bingo! Peyton: So you just killing folks just for the fun of it!? Sora: No! I didn’t kill him! That’s impossible! First of all, he was a butler of the Accordia’s. Second of all, I didn’t kill anyone until I got to Rowan Academy. Jacob: Wrong again, monster. I’m looking at the murder weapon right now. That is the sword you killed me and the others with. Jacob points at the grass cutter sword.

Sora: You’re wrong! You’re nothing but an illusion, I'm fed up and my dark magic is acting up. That sword is brand new. It can’t be the murder weapon. Brok: Sora, that blade, isn’t new! You had it for almost four years! It’s your sacred treasure. Sora: Sacred Treasure? Benson: As a matter of fact I did see you wield that blade once before.

Sora: That’s impossible. Even if I had that blade for several years, the problem is that I never killed any person until Rowan Academy. I think I would remember killing him. Jacob: Oh, then allow me to expose everyone to the truth, monster! My chest started to throb, my anxiety is going through the roof, and there was this sharp pain in my chest every time I breathed. Suddenly dark magic coated around my body. And darkness shot out of my body. I collapsed into the snow. Then this entire space was engulfed by darkness. Jacob: You will acknowledge your sins, monster. And they will know your true colors. My hearing and vision began fading, Jacob yelling something. But it was all muffled to hell. Eventually I ended up blacking out.