human
Oscar:  He fumbled at his waist for the sword and touched a hilt he was well acquainted with. This was his beloved weapon, the only one like it in the world. I feel like I haven’t held it in years. He went to unsheathe the royal sword
gpt
Oscar:  A girl’s shriek came from the platform. It was so bloodcurdling that Oscar raced for the stairs.
human
Voice:  “Wait… Draw Akashia…”
gpt
Oscar:  “But…”
human
Voice:  “It’s all right. Draw Akashia, Oscar.” The words were faint, but insistent, and Oscar stopped in his tracks.
gpt
Oscar:  He could hear the girl screaming and sobbing from the altar.
human
Voice:  “It’s all right. Trust me.” Her words were sure and firm, thrumming with a distinct force.
gpt
Oscar:  Instinctively, he gasped. Believing in her, he drew out his blade.