Crystal bows are not crafted but sung into existence. Harmonies are layered over one another to teach the weapon a story so that it might understand why it needs to be strong. Traditionally, the plight of the elves, their loneliness without their goddess, and the many dangers they must face are sung.
The shimmering substance they’re made from is traditionally a shard of the elven goddess Seren, left behind when her crystal form shattered at the end of the Third Age God Wars.
This bow isn’t the same material, and the song is different, too. There’s no divine essence in the crystal, no lament of the elves. Instead, it is sung memories of a lifetime together, distilled down into facets reflecting in the crystalline flaws. In the moonlight, those facets sparkle like tiny stars held within glass—moments of hardship, conflict, happiness, and grief.
It is music as a weapon, with memory as the handle and sorrow as the string.