She stared at the sword hanging on the wall. Its stories were legendary. She never thought she would see it in person and had relentlessly pursued it for years. Now here she stood, in its glow.
The hilt was black leather interlaid with blue the color of the sky at twilight. The scabbard was also black, but bursts of various colors could be seen in random patterns. It seemed unremarkable and was often overlooked, but that only made its story that more incredible.
She removed it from its reverant position and unsheathed it. The blade sparkled in the sun streaming through the window. She tried out its worth as a blade and found it made no noise when while cutting the air. Perfect.
She afixed the now sheathed weapon onto her hip. It seemed made for her. It would come in handy very soon. She ran from the room.