The Three Destiny Choices

You pry the hand off the sword and lift up the sword. The sword it self seemed to swallow all light that reflected from it, the leather grip felt good in your hand and the entire weight of it seemed just right for you as in its not too heavy and not too light. Its black blade gleamed with the ferocity of a lion and gave you a firm feeling of strength.

You put the tip of the sword on to the ground and the ground began to quake.