Story 181: The Sword of Everlight

In the heart of the ancient forest of Elyndor, hidden from the eyes of men for centuries, lay the Sword of Everlight. Legends spoke of the sword's power—how it was crafted by the hands of the gods and imbued with the light of a dying star. Whoever wielded it would hold the fate of the world in their grasp, for it was a weapon that could either save or destroy all of existence.

Only a chosen few had ever laid eyes upon it, and even fewer dared to seek it. For the sword was not simply guarded by the forest’s creatures, but by the very essence of the world itself. Vines twisted and coiled around its hilt, glowing with ancient magic. Leaves danced in an eternal spiral around its blade, shimmering with an ethereal light that could never be extinguished.