Mightier than a Sword...

The cold steel pressing against my fingers reminded me how amazing this power felt. I could mould and shape reality itself, I could create new realities; anything from the depths of my imagination could be brought into existence. All I had to do to use this power was focus. Focus and reach out for the light in the distance. And when I grabbed that light it exploded into fragments and became one with my soul. That light was inspiration.

And then I began to write.

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