The Fairy Queen stared in disbelief. Her eyes glowed a pale blue with magenta pupils.
"That sword! Where did you get it?" She asked.
"My grandfather bequeathed it to me." Kozlov replied.
"It is the sword of Iarnach!" She proclaimed before she and all her host vanished from sight.
Kozlov turned, bewildered in the mist and the mire. He was surrounded now by only the ancient trees with t
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