“That sword has three names. Letum, Excessum, and Mors Mortis. They are all latin. They mean death. Anyone who uses this sword is driven mad. One man jumped off a cliff. Another drowned himself. It’s last owner killed himself with the very sword in your hands,” Danica said, I could hear the pain in her voice.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“A very close friend of mine was the last owner. When he got the sword, he ignored the things said about the sword. Said it was nonsense. Then he…,” Danica stopped, tears slowly escaped her eyes. I could see the pain in her eyes.
“You loved him. Didn’t you?” I said softly. She nodded.
“No good will come of that sword. Now get rid of it!” Danica shouted. I nodded, and turned to leave.
“I wish you ferocia,” Danica said.
“What?” I asked.
“I wish you high spirit. Good luck,” she said softly. Then I left, to get rid of this cursed sword.