Location: Underground Cavern, Deep Zone — Secret Realm
Date/Time: Outside time (sword pocket)
Realm: Lower Realm — Obsidian Academy Territory
The shock that went through her hand wasn't pain. It was recognition.
Like pressing your palm against a door you hadn't opened in decades and feeling the wood remember your handprint. Like hearing a melody you'd forgotten you knew and having every note arrive exactly where it should. Not electricity — identity. The sword knew her.
Jayde's hand closed around the grip. It fit. Not approximately. Not well enough. Perfectly. As if the measurements of her palm and the lengths of her fingers and the specific calluses she'd earned from White's training had been anticipated, designed for, built into the wrapped leather before she was born.
(It was. Wasn't it.)
She drew the sword from the stone.
