...Tock

[multaekappae]

 Hualpa blinked a few times. "You're a time traveler, how can you not already understand what–"

"Hua..." Atoc frowned.

The gold-furred llama shrugged. "The broken pieces of your sword end up back in the paws of the blacksmith who originally forged the sword." She glanced at her brother who nodded, making a circling motion with his hoof. "...aaand for whatever reason the griff decided to reforge the sword, um, again."

Llamas and griffon blinked. Nobody said anything for several moments. Ako sighed, "And after that?"

"After that, the... uh 'second' incarnation of the sword traveled forward in time the hard way." Hulapa grumbled, her mood souring.

Atoc winced, "What my sister means is that the sword ended up in the possession of someone else, and was handed down from soldier to warrior to sellsword through history. It was delivered to us, with directions, some five or six years ago."

"It had been in Ponyville longer than that, though." Hulapa mentioned, seemingly in spite of herself.