Rowan did not hesitate and he threw the blade into the swirling blue wind, and Lady shrieked. He heard notes of surprise from the weapon, and then there was anger, when the blade began to slowly disintegrate, he began hearing notes of sadness and plea, before resignation.
The range of emotions he was detecting from the weapon was astonishing and he was surprised at how much the weapon wanted to cling to life.
Rowan hoped he had not made a priceless mistake. He dismissed every form of disquietness in his heart, knowing that the results would be worth every sacrifice.
What happened next surprised him, and reminded him again about how much knowledge he needed to find and understand.
The weapon disintegrated into bits that were smaller than dust but there was a noticeable difference. Lady was a large blade more than six feet long. Whatever material was used to make it should not be more than a few tons in weight, at least that was what Rowan had expected.
