I can see hope inside it." Rachel ran her fingers over the ceramic designs. "So fragile.
I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.
Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?