ECLIPSE
That night, Eclipse began to work on the arrow.
When she was sure not a single soul was awake around her save for the patrol guards, she unearthed the white-silver from where she buried it. It was exactly in the same position she buried it.
Then she began the slow, albeit torturous process of modifying the white-silver.
The thing about white-silver was that it was hard to bend. Especially when the sharpening weapon was a bread knife she stole and managed to turn into a sharp weapon by grating it against a rough stone that was in her garden.
The sound of the bread knife scraping against the white-silver was her only company as the white-silver bar very slowly took to the shape she wanted it to be in.
Wide at the tail, slender at the neck, with a panned out head.
She made sure to collect every single drop of the residual white-silver powder that fell off in the act. Any slip, and she could be very well caught.
