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“Let’s start, then?” He stretched out his hand in a demanding gesture. I obeyed putting the flask with the elixir into his huge palm. “And remember, whatever happens, don’t even think about touching it!” he warned me pointing to the blade that looked so peaceful at first.

“Got you!” I snapped.

The blacksmith nodded and took the lid off. He carefully brought the container to the weapon and started pouring the liquid onto the blade moving his hand slowly from the handle to the point.

The hot metal hissed furiously as it absorbed greedily the dark liquid. Nothing was happening in the next few minutes, and then…

The blade surface ruffled as if a wave was passing through it. The ornament of curls gave some bluish radiance, and then suddenly the blade spread… just spread like mercury, wrapping the bright blue topaz. And the metallic liquid froze still.

I gave a scream of surprise and stepped back. “Wow! Is it going to remain… like this… errr… blur?!”

“Wait a minute! Now the elixir is bringing structure to the metal! Just wait,” Truvle was piercing the work of his magic blacksmith art with his gaze now.

And there we were waiting… a minute… two… and three… After a while I got really bored so I decided to find something more interesting looking through what the Honored Master Truvle had made in the past days. The table at the opposite wall was full of weapons ready to go – all types of swords, daggers, stilettos and lots of other stuff I did not even know the name of. And the throwing knives, of course! I knew that most of them had a secret – a little hollow in the blade, filled with mercury through forging. When turning in the air the mercury would hit against the wall from inside thus adding to the knife’s power and straightening its course. No magic, actually! And yet, Truvle never had trouble attracting customers willing to buy that deadly weapon.

As I was lost in my thoughts Truvle’s voice broke the silence. “Here it starts!”

I turned round to see the blot-shaped thing on the anvil get back in shape turning rapidly into a blade.