The scar running down my arm hadn’t been visible for years, but now it was as dark as it had ever been, and it throbbed with a pain I had long forgotten. Still, I almost felt like smiling, because I knew it meant I was getting closer to the sword that had given my arm the mark. I tried to hold my own sword steady, but it was heavy and I trembled. As I was about to turn a corner when my sword slipped from my hands.

The clang of the sword hitting stone floor echoed loudly and I quickly knelt beside the nearby wall, knowing I had just given away my position.