Bk3: Ch–2The Battle(pt-1)

The weapon racks in the white tent were more organized than Babak’s place in the east camp. Rosa watched the different weapons polished in the tent. A younger-looking soldier entered the tent. He bowed toward them and went to sit in front of a pile of armor. He sat on the ground polishing them.

“How are you doing Pete?” Tom smiled at the boy.

He grinned at them and put a thumb up and went back to polishing the armors. Rosa smiled at the scene and looked at the weapons around them. Her eyes went to the short swords. She rummaged through them along with Tom searching for the perfect one.

‘There won’t be a perfect one you know.’ The shadow said looking over her shoulder still floating on top of her.

‘True there won’t be a perfect one but I can still get something close enough, till I go back to Babak for something stronger.’ Her hand caught on an iron sword.

Its handle was long and silver on the side. She pulled it out.

“This is good.” She said rotating it in her hand.