The dagger had a dull look to it, yet strangely it was the most vibrant colour of black Alya had ever seen! The surface of the blade was unnatural in its appearance and did not reflect any light, nor did it glisten and sparkle under the bedside lamp.
It’s as if there was a hole in reality where the blade should be, a hole that absorbed light; not letting any escape for fear of revealing itself to the world. It had all the characteristics of a black hole, yet the blade was physical and could be touched. It felt solid and was sharp enough to cut through even the toughest of metals.
Alya looks at the blade and a cold chill washes over her as it always did. Even knowing it was coming, it did not stop the hairs on the back of her neck from standing upright. The blade had always had that effect on her ever since the first time she wielded it; there was just something alien about holding the dagger and at the same time, it felt natural.
