The Gael's Apprentice: Exerpt 3

Many hours later, as the thin crescent moon pierced the bank of clouds overhanging the valley, Eothain was still awake, pondering over the events of the day. After being introduced to Eoran McGordon ("I'd thankee to call me Mrs. McGordon, an' don't forget the Missus!" she had said vehemently, before cracking into a great big grin), she was ushered into the barn behind them (which most certainly did NOT contain grain), and was issued her armor, sword, shield, and other equipment. She smiled broadly at the scene, and what had happened afterwards...
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Standing in the tall doors of the armory, looking in, Eothain could feel her jaw drop to the hay-scattered floor, as she stared at the endless rows. Before her lay racks and racks of weapons of many different sizes and styles. Gwaine stood behind her encouragingly. "Go ahead lass, try one, if ye want." She reached out and unbuckled from the rack a monstrous two-handed Caledonian Claymore sword, and was nearly pulled to the ground by its weight. "Um... no." Struggling to her feet, she hung it back up on the racks, and moved on.
As time passed, more options for arming her were turned aside. Swinging around an antique Roman gladius passed down as a trophy from one of the families of the clan, she lost control and nearly ran Gwaine through. She passed over a belted set of rather wicked-looking knives. Finally, she found a short leaf-shaped sword, made from bronze, with intricate silver vines spiraling from the handguard down around the grip before twisting into a broad-headed pommel. The blade itself was etched with veins of silver, spiraling and weaving before finally meeting at the tip of the blade. Gripping it, the sword felt perfectly balanced, as though it was forged specifically for her.

this is from the in-progress Chapter 5. hope y'all enjoy!