End.
Oedipus had just stood there, his mouth gaped open at the sight of horror he saw in his left shoulder. A sword, not a normal one either. One that looked as if it was smelted out of gold. He reluctantly grabbed at it, attempting to pull it out of his shoulder, but dropped to his knees from the pain. Veni, Vidi, Vici1, the godly being repeats over and over. "Veni, I came, Vidi, I saw, Vici, I conquered the powerful and wretched King of Thebes, Oedipus-Rex. How are you doing today Oedipus? How are your feet?" Oedipus had stared blankly at him, not knowing what to say. Without skipping a beat, he reached for and attempted to pull the sword out of his shoulder. He wasn't in that much pain, other than the fact he had a sword sticking out of his shoulder, he had felt fine otherwise.
1 "Veni, Vidi, Vici; I came, I saw, I conquered." Words of Julius Caesar.
