Just a little story

A week later, I was helping Isabel pack.
It was weird. She wouldn't let me open anything.
She left her bedroom to use the bathroom. I looked around, then slid the cover off of a golf club.
It glowed. It was a sword.
I yelped and dropped it with a thump. Isabel rushed into the room and saw me staring at the sword.
"Why do you have a sword?!"
I stared at her. What would she use a sword for-and where would she even get a sword? Who would give a sword to a teenager?
She stared back and muttered under her breath, "Stupid gods."
Did she say gods? As in plural?
What was going on?
She walked toward me. I backed up.
"Chris, I think you might be able to come to the camp with me."
"What changed?"
She sighed. "Certain..things I didn't know."
I was confused.
"Does this mean I can pack?"
"Yes."
I still didn't know what was happening, but I wasn't gonna pass up more time with my girlfriend. I smiled.
"I'll pack right now."

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