TASK ONE

   Willowin felt the burn as her wings fell away, watching her commerades in battle as they faded away. She stumbled into the woods and fell to her knees. Her life flashed before her eyes.

   First her childhood, living in the snowcapped mountains. Sliding over the mountains on sleds pulled by dogs, hot chocolate in the house with her parents, walking over to her grandparents' house with fresh bread and soup for dinners.

   Next, her powers growing through school, learning to bend metals, extending that to the earth around her. Her mentor, her godmother helping her learn.

   And lastly moving to the city. Finding friends, her battle partners. And her husband.....their little girl, two now, who would grow up without her mother.

   As the life started to fade from her body, she took her last ounce of magic, imbuing it into the gold, silver, titanium, steel, and other rare metals on her. She mixes them and pulls them out into a gleaming blade, the handle decorated with a dragon's head. This would be her second greatest creation, and a hope for those to come after her.

   Hours later, her husband found her, passed away from the bloodloss to her body. He stuck the sword in the ground and planted a magical rose bush. He watered the plant with his bitter tears and it grew around the sword.

   As the decades went on, only whispers of legend were left, legends of the warrior fairy who passed, the strongest sword in the world, made of every metal known. And legends of the black rose bush that guarded the sword, waiting for the day that the right fairy would come along to restore the magic inside.