I walked in, with the sword in my hands. When Danica saw me she smiled, but when her eyes drifted to the sword, she paled and jumped back. She put a huge distance between us.
“Where did you find the sword?” she said, voice shaking.
“Someone gave it to me,” I replied, confused.
“Who?” she asked. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. Some guy just gave it to me and left,” I told her. Her eyes never left the sword.
“Get rid of it. That sword is cursed,” Danica spat.
“What?” I exlcaimed, “Cursed?”
“Yes, the sword may look nice. The shining sliver blade, and jewels embedded in the golden hilt. But it carries a curse. Anyone who has used that sword has met a horrid ending,” she hissed. I looked at the sword in my hands. There was no way this beautiful sword was cursed.