Trinity I stared at reflection in my sword. The years had only made me sharper. As a champion of the mighty Slann As'cloxi I led a large block of infantry to war. We had now vanquished the evil before us, and I had taken myself a purple hilted blade from their champion. Standard-bearer Chosi asked me if I was sure. I didn't like that. Why wouldn't I want to use cold steel over a stone axe? It was such a well made sword, it seemed to hum to me. After the battle I had decided we needed to train more. Campaigns are mostly standing around waiting for orders. But we needed to be faster and stronger. We marched for one full sun and moon. Speed was important. Catch your enemy out of position and you can conquer all. Then we wrestled. I found us a place where the mud was up to our knees. It made it harder. It made us stronger. Chosi was looking at my sword. Why would he do that? His concentration should have been on the training. Chosi had been on my mind lately. I had been watching him. And I had seem him look at my sword. I did not like that. I had summoned him to me. “You're conduct has been unacceptable” I said firmly. “What?” He replied. He looked surprised. His blank expression. “You are our standard bearer. I am the champion. We represent the great Slann As'cloxi. And I only will accept victory.” He paused. He was playing this very well. “Victory?” He said, “In the training?” Curse him and his stupid expression. He was trying to catch me out of position. He wanted me to bring up his transgression. Said out loud, it might seem minor. I would not fall for it. He knew what he had done. “We train again,” I said “we train again, and I expect more. From you. From everyone. Dismissed.” And so the next day we trained again. And the day after. Chosi had known what I was talking about. Because now he was refusing to look at my sword. He was making an effort to never let it catch his eye. I watched him. He was a tall one. Yellow teeth. Broad shoulders, that is why he carried the banner. But it was my banner, my unit, and I would not let him act like his. I stuck to him at training. I made sure he was next to me in the marches. He was my partner in the wrestling, in the sparring. We sparred with sticks, though I could feel the warm steel next to me on my hip. It was as if the sword knew that Chosi refused to meet it with his eye. Chosi and his broad shoulders. Chosi and his banner. I kept him in mind that night at camp. I walked around the camp fire and the stories. His feigned lack of interest was noticeable. Every action of his seemed to bore into my skull. Chosi and his attitude. Pretend indifference was the worst. Chosi sat with his friends around the fire. His arms longed for my sword. I tried to concentrate on my food but I couldn't. Lucky for me. He made a critical mistake that night. He threw his left over bones in the fire. This was in express disregard for procedure. I walked up to fire and stood over him. I said firmly and bluntly. “You will train with me tomorrow, alone.” I walked away. He needed to be taught a lesson. The next morning the two of us wrestled in the mud. He started by shooting into my legs. His momentum carried me backwards and he fell into my guard. My legs were wrapped around him as our chest pressed together. The more his scales pressed into mine, the more I was aware of that sword on my hip, I knew he wanted it. It was a simple hip bump that sent him backwards, as I mounted his chest he reached up in vain. I wrapped his arm and head up in my legs, I fell backwards and let gravity do the work as I choked him with my thighs, wrapped around those broad shoulders of his. He tapped out. But this was just the first drill. It lasted a minute or two. But we would spend the entire day wrestling. He needed to be strong. He needed to be better. Soon the mud coated us both. As the sun set I realised that my muscles ached from the days work. But it was nothing compared to the humming I could feel in my head. I knew the problem with Chosi and I knew that he needed to be punished. So the next day we would train again. He had violated my orders. And he would not admit how much he craved my sword. He craved it but it was mine. Chosi and his stupid vacant expression. But this day we would spar. I would beat him and he would learn. As we thrust the sticks at each other I could feel his intent. He wanted that sword. He wanted MY sword. Then I realised no one was around, and I could end it right now. That sudden realisation froze me for a second, it allowed him to slip past me and deliver a blow to my skull. He walked backwards in triumph, ready for the next duel. I drew the sword and charged him. He looked horrified. He put his stick out to fend me off but I smashed it away with the white hot steel. He was now out of position. With a flick of the wrist I drove the blade between my ribs. The sword and I were one and the same now. He looked at me horrified as I fell to my knees and grabbed onto his waste. I stared upwards into his eyes and joy shone from me. Even as my strength faded I knew that he would not touch my sword now, it was mine, and only mine, and we would be together forever.