Removing the cloth, my offering glittered in the ethereal light from the brazier. My broken sword, Claidheamh na Fìrinn. A sword that represented so much of my first life. Even with his many iterations. It was time to put that chapter of my life to a close. Levitating the broken sword towards the fire, I prepared myself for my answers. Gently, the parts lowered into the fire. A flash of purple in the flames before it returned to the tealish white.