The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Link just watched.The stone glowed and stuck to her hand. Taking a breathe, she started feeling the power of the stone and how it just wanted to be whole. Xavier went at her. Fate dodged quickly and kicked him.
"Hey a few bruises never killed me." He said. "Especially when you don't actually bruise.""But I still held the knife." She muttered, tensing up slightly as her hand was touched. She didn't expect it really, looking over at him. "Sorry for.. Hitting you." She added.