The swordsmith inhaled sharply.
"Is it bad?" the Hero asked.
"This blade can't be repaired."
"But it's the Blade of Fate!"
"Sorry."
"It's destined to help me kill the Dark Lord!"
"Old Runsy?"
"Runsy?"
"I went to school with him. Did you know he's mortally allergic to cats?"
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@MicroSFF this is the entirety of the blade's destiny

It has brought its wielder information on how to actually defeat the Dark Lord
Its work is done, it can be reincarnated into a plowshare now