"Uhhhh...." I said, low on blood, "This is the worst birthday ever." "You certainly took a hit." Tatl commented, observing the master sword in its pedestal. "Yeah..." "Oh, I got you a little something for you're birthday." Navi said, she flew over to some corner of the temple where I couldn't see her. She came back somehow holding a three foot long sword. The sword has a jagged blade with hawks and triangles engraved on it. The guard is swirl-shaped. Its grip is of a gray metal. The pommel bears a single peridot. "What-what's it called?" I asked. "What business do you have here? Young boy."