-flashback-
"Hey Sparkz'. I see you still have that crummy old knife of yours." Kalena was her best friend. They always jokes about each other's broken tools ."
Yeah, yeah, yeah. What about that useless rock you always carry around?" Now that had crushed Kalena.
"It's one thing when you joke about meaningless things, but it's another when you joke about all I have left of my brother!" Sobs filled the air around the girls. Sparkz' had then felt no sympathy, but instead she felt anger. How was she supposed to know that's what it was. Kalena never talk about it. For all Sparkz' knew it was a hammer of some sort. Kalena ran down the street weeping. A stranger walked up beside her.
"Hey, you don't need a sap like that. She seemed to be mooching off of you anyway." Sparkz' stared at the man dumbfounded.
"She never mooched of me! In fact anyone who calls Kalena a sap deserves a clock up 'side the head!"She didn't even know why she was defending her. For all she knew Kalena was cursing her at the moment.
"Whoa, whoa. Just take it easy. I didn't mean to offend you. God...you could've at least given me a warning before you exploded like that. I mean c'mon, you acted as if I cursed her and her whole family. An innocent bystander like me wouldn't have any reason to do such a thi..." Sparkz' cut him off short.
"I didn't over react. What you did was horrible, no matter who you were talking about. Insulting a weeping person is worse than putting salt in a fresh wound." She gave him one quick glare and he ran so swiftly not even the fastest jet could pass him. As he ran a white thing fell out of his left jacket pocket. When Sparkz' walked up to it she saw it was a switch blade. The most beautiful one she had ever seen. The handle was pure ivory. It was covered in intricate carvings.It was the symbol of the cursed, and on the other sides were the symbols of the temple and another that she didn't recognize. Her eyes glazed over as her finger followed every grove, every bump, and every little crack in the handle. that's what she liked best, all the small imperfections they were what gave it character. And then...oh the blade. It was sharp and yet dull to the touch. There were more designs on the blade itself. The best part of all it never needed to be sharpened. Kalena had came rushing out of her hiding place while Sparkz' was glazing over the knife. Her little frail body clasped Sparkz' in a warm, caring way.
"No one has ever done that for me...I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I should have told you but ever since my brother was blown up in the mining accident, its just been a sore topic for me." Tears of joy streamed down her thin face.
"You shouldn't feel sorry. I should have known that no useless tool is ever put in that beautiful leather pouch. That must have taken hours, probably even days, to do that embroidering." Both sat in the middle of the road sobbing, hugging, crying out in joy. So many emotions were felt that day.
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