You boldly walk to the sword, a determined look on your face, and you grip it by the hilt. As your hand wrapped around it, you could feel the coldness of the metal, but also you feel power flow through you as a new strength grips you, suddenly, you feel braver, stronger, and more determined as if this sword was your destiny.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
This is the path you chose
Suddenly, you could hear glass crack. You look down to see a long, jagged cut go through the snow white mural, then suddenly, it shatters and you go tumbling into the dark depths beneath...
Then suddenly you wake up from this weird dream...
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