Part two of the Mirabel wreapon au
Mirabel twirled the golden dagger in her tiny hands.
She sat on a bench in her families kitchen. She had ditched the festival it was going to be no fun for her anyway.
Plus she already got the only thing she wanted. Her dagger, her beautifully crafted dagger.
She had seen similar objects to it all over. Mostly in the kitchen, although they where shorter with no delicate engravings and no gold. Mirabel wondered what it would be like to play with the dagger. To slash with it, to bring down bad guys like she read about in books.
Mirabel stood up dagger in hand and made a slash in the air. It made whooshing sound as it cut through nothing. Mirabel stared at the dagger wondering what else she could do with it before attacking the air again
We slished and slashed at the pretend foes infront of her. Imagining they where coming at her just as viciously as she was attacking them. She moved around quickly as possible while still attacking the like her life depended on it.
When she finally finished her daydream she had seen she had moved to the outside area of the castia. She looked around to see if any of her family was around. None of them where. She smiled to herself as she launched back in to her fantasy.
In her mind she was a pirate taking down a the bad pirates ship that had stolen from an innocent village. She lunged at the imagery captain of the opposing ship. There weapons colliding sparking as they countied to hit blades against blade. Her story was just getting good when she felt sudden pain in her hand.
She dropped her weapon, clutching her hand to her chest. Blood stained her newly made dress. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain barely being able to think.
When she remembered that mama had left out some apreas from this morning. Grabbing her dagger and rushing back to the kitchen search desperately for the left overs. She found them on the top of the table quickly stuffing one in to her mouth aggressively chewing until she felt the magic set in.
Her relaxed as she watched the wound heal itself. She sighed. Soon she finished eating her food once and once again taking out the dagger flipping it over in her hands.
Mirabel was unsure how the dagger could have cut her she was holding it firmly and did not think her injured hand was anywhere near the blade. She turned over again tracing her thumb over the roses.
Maybe she hadn't been as careful as she thought? Maybe she had gotten to wrapped up in her fantasy? Whatever the reason mirabel pondered how much effort she needed to put in to make her movements flawless. So she could move like the characters from her favorite books
As she thought this over she did not hear the front door opening nor the approaching footsteps. She did hear the small gasp let out of her mother. 'Oh', mirabel thought 'I never cleaned the blood off my dress'
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