Serenity

"Serenity" the name spoken like a whisper on the wind. The blade, slick and warm red, slid hurriedly back into its sheath with no care taken to clean it of it's filth. For this blade granted it's victims the quickest death, silent as a cool winter evening. The assassins who created it charmed it to leave no trace of itself after doing it's job. The next time the blade would be used, the black steel would be sparkling, as if new.

--Jenn is a Shark