Burning Knifes

Out of the hearth came the poker. All it was was a peice of metel. Nothing more. But as Ithica took the tools from her belt and started shaping it it became longer and sharper. The blade was perfectly transparent. Glass. It was finished. A glass blade. It was perfect. For no apparent reason she chucked the beautiful glass blade at the wall. It clattered to the floor. Unbroken. The only mark on anything was a small dent in the stone wall from the flung glass. A magical blade. Ithica walked across the room and picked it up. it was perfect.

Keagen was walking through the halls with everything stopped. It certainly was a time saver and it gave him oppurtunites to sneak around if he wanted to. He continued to the training room where he had went to more often than other places. He had gotten his ability a while ago yet he never really had time to actually perfect the technique. He finally made it into the room and allowed time to flow freely again. As he was inside he noticed someone familiiar. Who was that? It was stabbing hm in the back of the head yet he still didn't recognise her. Feeling safe, he walked a little more into the room and finally recognized her. Oh no, he thought gravely it's her.