(same here, it seems like its project season and all of my teachers just got their liscences, but I will post again... soon... I hope...)(or maybe i'll do it now
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Bored because of the miwenians and their rules, Nunaamr'e headed down to his room to try one more time to enchant his sword, he had a feeling his frustration would help him to do better. He pulled his sword out of its sheath once he got in and placed his palms on the flat, cold surface. He focused his mind entirely on the wind element ( he had decided it was the lightning element that always threw him off), and breathed a couple words, and concentrated. There was a small shaking that only went a few yards in either direction, so he knew no one would think it another earthquake. As he concentrated a small sence of joy came, and he realized that this was the farthest he had gotten yet. The joy fueled the elemantizing and it became stronger. Soon the shaking became violent enough to actually be thought of as a small earthquake. Then all of a sudden, a blinding flash of light erupted from the surface of the sword, blade hilt and all, Nunaamr'e was dazed but he kept going. Soon he could almost see the blade clearly through his eyelids. Then when he felt there was no way his body would survive much longer without going into comatose, he stopped. Tired to the brink of sanity, he collapsed and slept. Later he had supposed the magic of the blade had helped rejuvenate him and so, he had woken up much earlier than he should have. It was but 30 minutes when Nunaamr'e awoke. He realized he was gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, then looked at the sword itself, it was an amazing sight. The blade seemed to almost ripple with the wind in it, and at some moments, it faded. When he looked at the hilt it was... almost beyond description, if wind had a color, thats what color the hilt was. It also seemed to be laced with wind itself. And the crosshilt, was a metal like steel, except glossier. And when he touched the blade it was incredibly cool. And when he tested the edge with a hair by dropping it on the blade, it split. Though not very cleanly and after the slightest amount of pressure. The joy went straight throughout him as he realized that he himself created it. It was bliss.
( Let me know if the sword is to powerful and I will weaken it.)