Finishing the final touches to the curved sword, the woman holding it had put down her polishing equipment before staring at her work. She could see her own reflection across the steel material, as she waved it expertly through the air. Breathing slowly, she got up from the floor, before putting the weapon inside the sheath in a blur.
Calmly, she moved through the house that she lived in until she reached the sliding doors. Her black skin was visible compared to the light background of the walls, as the woman stared into the sea. The sun appeared to have just started to come up, although it was relatively still dark. Although here, she felt safe.
Once she opened the doors, it only had led to her backyard, as the only thing occupying it were a few seats and a training dummy. The woman continued moving closer to the inanimate object until she was only mere inches away from it. She peered into the blank creation, before grabbing the hilt of the weapon.
Within seconds, there appeared to be deep slashes and cuts across the thing, as the dummy head had fallen off the body as if in slow motion. The woman herself didn't even look to have pulled out the sword, as she removed her fingers from it.
"Well, Sera. Looks like you still got it." she started to laugh towards the sky. "Father, I'm going to avenge your death, once Jamal Wrint comes this way. As the Bea prophet had said, he's going to come here one way or another. This is going to be for everyone he's wronged, including you old man. As long as this beauty doesn't fail me."
Anyone in the near vicinity would be confused as to what was going on or what was to occur. But for Sera Bonnel, that wasn't going to be the case. She knew exactly what her purpose was to do. Remembering the day that Youden had attacked the city, and Jamal failed to protect them. How one of those ground spikes rummaged through their home, and her father insisted that everything was going to be alright. That boy was only there for himself and those he loved, why would he truly care about anyone else in this city?
Sera watched as the dummy began to self-fix itself due to the material before walking away. Feeling the energy from the sword flow through her, she took a deep breath. For something that was passed down through generations, was it still strong as ever. If the sword could feel the man's presence, then it would soon be time to do what she had waited three long years to accomplish. Jamal was to die by the blade, and it would have to be swift. And there was nothing that anyone could do to stop this woman from doing so.