Mother lifted the glass, revealing an ornate staff modeled after a tree branch. It had a big blue gem at one end, and a metal pommel. The branch was decorated with streaks of gold, and it was beautifully detailed. It could’ve been an art piece on a museum, had it not been a magical relic.

Rei was excited. She expected the staff to radiate energy, to unlock new potential, to change how the bases of magic worked, to expand her mind to its utmost potential. But she felt nothing. No sting, no magic sense, nothing. To say she was disappointed was a massive understatement.

Rhea didn’t feel anything at the start either, but she suddenly felt a spark on her back. It quickly faded away, but some words were engraved on her mind: “Let Raelynn carry me”. She thought “Well, I guess if I can talk to plants, a talking staff isn’t that out of the ordinary”

Mother carefully handed the staff to Rei first. She clutched it, even embraced it, but nothing happened. She felt nothing. Mother sighed.

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“One last chance” she said, but she sounded hopeless. She gestured to Rei, and she handed the staff to Rhea.

For her, it felt… normal. Nothing special.

“I can’t believe that crazy Zimarin would lie to us like this… a useless staff” Mother said.

Rei was frustrated and about to throw it to the ground, but Rhea stopped her.

“I think the staff wants you to take it with you” she whispered

Rei almost laughed, but then saw Rhea’s serious face. She trusted her, and kept the staff in her hands.

“I guess it’s a decent walking stick” she couldn’t help but say.

“What about the other glass case, Mother?” said Rhea, still curious.

“I fear that one will be just as useless. It’s a magic sword… that chooses it’s owner. It’s said to fly in defense of it’s wielder, but it hasn’t chosen anyone in a hundred years.” said Mother “Your father won it on a bet with a Mysalapien general. He tried to tame if for years, but every time he brandished it, it would fall off his hands, no matter how hard he gripped it. His love for useless trinkets was unmatched… But you might as well try it.”

Mother slowly lifted the glass on the second stand. The moment it was fully uncovered, the scabbarded sword flew to Rhea, and placed itself on her hands.