Clay ran forward and picked up the beautiful titanium sword, it's blue handle still perfectly fitting in his grip.

"Macey where'd you get this?" Macey rubbed the back of her neck and grabbed a duster, avoiding the question. "Macey?"

"Come on." She dodged. "Help me clean this place up."
She walked off and Lance's eyes gleamed and he asked, "What'd you name this one?"

"Macey. I named my sword Macey."

Ruby here! Remember when I said I needed ideas for names and parents of generation 2? No? Well...Help! I might end at 20-ish chapters.