Shadow: I was playing TLA this afternoon when inspiration struck. I had just found the Rusted Sword in Aqua Rock when I wondered about the history of the rusted weapons. How did the get there? Why did their previous owners discard them? This is my interpretation. Leave reviews and let me know what you think.
Prologue
I was waiting for someone to come.
The waters surrounding the blade receded. A man leapt down into the crevice, the ancient blade catching his amber eyes. He picked it up. The grip on the hilt was worn by time and the blade which was once bright and shining, was now covered with a layer of rust.
"What did you find?" a voice called out.
"It's a sword," he replied as he climbed up into the light. "But it looks like it's all rusted."
A girl stepped forward. Her auburn hair was tied back into a ponytail which hung down to her shoulder-blades. In her hands was a staff.
We meet again. Our paths have crossed and now our stories are interwoven.
"We'll take it to Sunshine," she offered. "He fixed up my staff; he can re-forge the sword."
The man nodded and placed the sword in its equally worn sheath.
"To Yallam then," the man said. They gathered their things and stepped out into the light.
I have a story to tell. It is a story than spans time and has been long forgotten. I want you to know why and how I came to be. I can never exist as I once did; rust has been my doom.