Chapter 91: Dunes
"Paragon?" A very confused Cinder asked.
"Hey, isn't that the sword Battery needed to teleport to us?" Snowdawn questioned. "I feel like her having it isn't a good sign."
"Where the hell did I end up?" Paragon managed to get off of Cinder and crawl into the back seat of the van, falling onto her back. Destiny rested on the blind girl's stomach, looking around wildly and working as her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Cinder panicked.
"This sword is alive." The girl explained, pointing at Battery's sword, which was stabbed into the seat.
"What?"
Cinder stared at the sword that had impaled itself into her seat. She pulled it out with ease and gripped it tightly. "Is everything alright, Paragon? You aren't making a lot of sense right now. I'm guessing things didn't go well if you're here."
The van rumbled and shook as Myth spoke. "What did you mean that the sword is alive?" He questioned. "We're going to need an actual explanation, Paragon."
Paragon nodded and tried to wrap her head around it. She stared at the sword Cinder was holding through Destiny's eyes. "That blade is Harrison Avalon. I think...'
"You think?" Snowdawn asked, frowning.
Cinder shot the blade a look and tightened her grip around it. In a movie or comic, the sword would speak to them. Try to talk them into working with it, like most curse blades did. Not this one, though. It didn't glow or change at all as she tightened her grip on it, digging her nails into the handle. The blade held strong, and even as she began to heat it up with a light wave of fire, it didn't react. "Should I break it?" She finally asked sheepishly.