<blockquote>Allpa received the magic sword from his grandmother, as she lay dying.
“I’m afraid I don’t really need a sword, grandma,” he said.
“No, nor do you deserve it,” she snapped at him. She was a fierce old woman with a nose like a hawk’s beak and skin falling away in folds from her cheekbones. “You’re a farmer, not a warrior. They’ll help you.”
“They?” said Allpa. He cradled the sword awkwardly in his arms, as if it were an infant. Normal people did not have swords. Swords weren’t even a normal weapon. Barbarians carried them. Civilized people did not.
His grandmother had never been very good at being normal.
“The spirits in the sword. Great warriors. A barbarian priest bound them to the sword long, long ago. Draw the sword and they’ll fight for you.” She scowled, and the deep lines around her nose grew deeper. “They’ll teach you to fight. I should have done, but I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying, grandma,” he said automatically, even though they both knew she was.</blockquote>
➤ okay so are we supposed to be shipping Moon/Allpa? because I defs am