Aurora's pov
"Oh, where did I put it?" I mutter to myself, my hands groping around under my cot, looking for my spell book. My fingers finally brush a fabric, making me stop in my search as I pull it out.
I slowly stood up, the weight on my back from bending making me stagger as I carried the object that was wrapped up in a dark cloth, in my arms and sat on the bed to examine it.
All I could tell was that it was long and had a sharp pointy edge on the ends of its points bulging through the cloth.
It almost seemed like some kind of weapon, but I couldn't tell exactly which one it was.
My curiosity got the better of me as I unwrapped what was probably a dagger from the cloth, and I found myself holding an arrowhead, made of shiny silver metal with a small blue jewel embedded on top, and the tip was pointed sharply at the end. Its length wasn't nearly as long or as wide as a normal arrow; more like a sword or something of the sort.
