The Witch's Sword

“No matter what you hear or see, don’t let it affect you. You are you. You are Ellie Ellson!” “Affect me?” Jill glanced at the black sword in Ellie’s arms, then nodded. “You have to promise me!” Jill stood up and pointed at the black sword in her arms, raising her voice. “Promise me! No matter what happens, don’t hand Ivor over again.” Jill’s sharp gaze left Ellie flustered. After freezing for a few seconds, she gave a timid nod, then whispered her promise. “No matter what... I won’t hand it over.”