Part 3

Later that same day, near midnight, Sirene was waiting impatiently when Eigengrau arrived at the Inn. She was actually quite cross with her master for once, and simply grabbed her and dragged her out to the magical circle outside, much to Eigengrau's confusion, who was curious as to what this was about.

"Master, the sword." Sirene said, crossing her arms angrily. "You can't leave dangerous, potentially deadly, divine artifacts laying about where any idiot can touch them."

"Ah." Eigengrau stated. Well this was an embarrassment. Everybody had completely forgotten about the sword, it seemed, and there hadn't been a meeting in months due to Vordea's antics, so Vaust didn't have a chance to bring it up. "I will deal with it. A moment."

Sirene watched as Eigengrau walked up to the sword and struggled to pull it out of the ground for several minutes, before she stopped.

"Having a problem?" Sirene gloated.

"It does not recognize me." Eigengrau stated. "We need Agbus. A moment."

Eigengrau left, and much to Sirene's surprise, did not immediately return. After several minutes, she decided to do something dumb.

"Well, Master can always rescue me." Sirene said, grinning, as she grabbed Orenmir. The sword briefly glowed, and then the ground exploded, destroying the magical circle, throwing both Sirene and Orenmir, far into the air. "Well shit."

Sirene saw she was going to land in the graveyard, and prayed that she didn't hit her parent's headstones. To her relief, but also confusion, it felt like somebody was pulling on her to slow her down, until she gently landed in front of their graves. The wind briefly kicked up, but otherwise nothing seemed to be out of place.

"Oh, I get it." Sirene said out loud. "Thanks mom." She whispered.

The grass around their graves swayed slightly in response.