Sadly, she stayed still and inanimate. Why couldn't she move again?
Carefully, Dirgeon picked her up. This time, she made another attempt and found herself almost jumping from his hand. Did she have to be carried to move? Whatever the case, the man's grip tightened, and he easily stilled her motion. "Ah-ah, li'l missy. I won't be fooled twice, and I gotta pay you back for my hand, y'know. See how you like this!'
Going over to a nearby rock, he jammed Arianna's tip into a deep cleft. Then, he took the hilt in both hands and began to pull down, causing the blade to bend sideways. She curved easily for a bit until he went past ninety degrees.
At this point, she felt it. Intense pain filled her being like someone twisting an arm out of joint, only her whole body was the arm. Was he trying to warp her permanently!? If she could still scream, she would have. Instead, she shivered and jolted in place, unable to escape the torture.
After far too long, Kyrena finally came over. "That's enough. I think our princess understands now what we expect from a mere object. Besides, I ordered you to sharpen her, not damage her. If you leave so much as a nick, her first taste of blood will be with yours, understand? Now, sharpen her again."
"Yes, milady. My apologies." Dirgeon eased his hold, letting the sword spring back into shape. Arianna had lost track of anything other than relief at being released from that horrendous pain, and she made no more attempts to rebel as she was resharpened. Clearly, even as a magic sword, she was far from invincible.
After being sharpened, she was rubbed down with oil and wrapped in cloth until a suitable scabbard could be found. Then, she was placed in a tent with other weapons, a makeshift armory. It was a hodge-podge of items, obviously pilfered from many sources from peasants to nobles. A few were magic like herself, judging from the way they glowed. Over in the corner, a special rack held a particularly fine magic sword, a thin bladed woman's sword decorated with elven script and elf-wood inlays in the handle. Could this be Kyrena's sword? But why store it here instead of in her own tent?
This question, like many others, went unanswered. The day passed without any more incident, and night followed. Arianna found herself drifting off to sleep even as she wondered how a sword could even do so.
Sometime later, she awakened again.