By Mark L. S. Stone
“Is it completed?” her master asked.
“Show it to me.”
It was beautiful – her finest so far. He grunted, and cast it to the ground.
She cried out.
He shook his head and led her to a mirror. In the morning light she saw the fire burning in her eyes, the hard steel planes of her face. She touched herself, disbelieving.
“It never mattered. Now you are completed.”