Waking To Dragons And Elves 22 Side Effects

I collect myself while trying to find and fix the problems I can think of; while breathing becomes a lot easier, I become more tired.

The benefit of all of this is I'm becoming used to how much magic I can use. Even if it causes me to collapse with exhaustion by the end of it.

The feeling of my energy drain from me while uncomfortable, leaves me with a sense of achievement each time. Almost making me feel slightly drunk each time I use most but not all of my power.

By the end of the day, Bali turned up to say her dad had finished the custom order. This reminded me I slept for nearly a whole day before waking up.

After tidying myself up a bit, we head down to have the final touches made to the weapon I will probably use from now on in a fight.

The smoke from the forge bellowing high like a dragon trying to hide behind the building leading me to think it is being finished up right now. We walk in the forge to hammering, causing Gavin to help look after Elyn outside as I head through to the back.

While still focused on smithing, Throri looks up at me in the corner of his eye before glancing at Bali and back down to his job. Bali taking his cue brings over a bowl and offering a knife to me. I glance at them a bit confused before she explains that this weapon is a high enough grade that my blood might help enhance it.

Reluctantly I make a cut large enough across my wrist to cause a lot of bleeding. I'm somewhat confident at healing myself now thanks to my control, even if I have to grit my teeth against the pain. If not I have learnt about healing potions recently from Gavin and planned to buy some for emergencies which he claimed could heal most minor wounds as long as they didn't go more than a finger joint deep or damage anything solid like bones.

The bowl is placed in front of Throri, moments later he grabs the bowl, half filled with blood and begins to pour it over the blade, the heat burning it as it touches the surface, half congealing from the heat and half evaporating with a pungent smell as it burns away. He rests the sword in a shallow case before pouring the rest of the blood in, letting it cover the hand-less blade.

After a few minutes, he pulls out the blade before heating it once more and tempering it finally in water while helping clean off the remaining blood. Apparently he didn't empty the bowl and pours the remainder in with a sort of black liquid he had sitting on the side I didn't notice before.

After the blade has cooled, Bali brings him a wooden handle, neatly covered in leather, he starts by forcing the liquid into the hole at the end of the handle, before fitting the blade into it as if it is some sort of glue meant to keep the handle on. With a few extra straps to hold the small guard in place, the weapon is hammered with a wooden mallet to make sure it is secure before he fastens it tightly and hands it to me.

"For the first day or two, let it settle, don't let it get wet. After those two days you can take off the additional leather by pulling this bit, once you have done that, the weapon is finished. If you want the chance of the weapon getting more powerful, I recommend keeping it in physical contact with you all the time before you remove the leather bindings for the handle. The sheath I had made for the blade fits well, but if you need it remade in the future it shouldn't be too hard for a good craftsman."