3. Ace of Swords
Ace of Swords - Aragorn
When they gave me my sword it was broken, and so was I – a ragged spirit handed from father to son, hoping for a day of fire and water.
Newly tempered, quenched and sharpened, it fell to me to restore the light of our star. Andúril, Flame of the West… they said no man could stand before it’s fire and live. But I had not been reborn.
What power hides in sacrifice that it reaches always for that which makes its purchase precious? Your blade lies broken in your hand. Quenched in your blood, I too am at last re-forged.
When they gave me my sword it was broken, and so was I – a ragged spirit handed from father to son, hoping for a day of fire and water.
Newly tempered, quenched and sharpened, it fell to me to restore the light of our star. Andúril, Flame of the West… they said no man could stand before it’s fire and live. But I had not been reborn.
What power hides in sacrifice that it reaches always for that which makes its purchase precious? Your blade lies broken in your hand. Quenched in your blood, I too am at last re-forged.
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