Standing before an old, rotted out bridge were two knights. One was
tall and buff and had an unpleasant expression on his face. He wore heaps
of armor and hanging by his side was a sword holster.that was filled, of
course. Beside this knight was a man quite small in comparison. He was
skinny; his hair was untidy and inserted into his belt loop was a rusted
dagger. The 'rookie' as the knight had called him, was trembling from the
sight of yet another person. This man was not tall, nor was he short. His
clothes were ragged, like the rookie's but they had a unique kind of
elegance about them. A cape covered his slanted shoulders and a magnificent
sword was looped through his belt.
The sword was long and broad, with fine carvings gracing the middle. Its handle was made of the finest wood known to man. Any person of intelligence would've fled at the sight of the sword, for it is a mythical item, it is believed to have been enchanted by an elven witch some 2,000 years ago. Yet.the sword glimmered in the sunlight as if it had been freshly crafted. No sign of aging had appeared on it. The 'wielder' as people called him because of his mysterious sword, stepped forward. "I mean no harm to either of you." He assured them in a deep, rich voice. "I only wish to cross the bridge."
The knight, who knew not of the sword and its history (because he was a complete idiot), snorted. "Why don't you run along, little man? You're not getting past us." The Wielder chuckled. "Height does not determine strength." A shaky voice spoke up.it belonged, of course, to the Rookie. "You get out of here! We won't let you pass!" Again, the Wielder smiled, rubbing the stubble covering his chin and pacing back and forth muttering, 'they won't let me pass, they won't let me pass.' Quicker than a human could blink, he whipped out his sword and put the point of the blade against the Rookie's Adam's apple. "How about now?"
Gasping, the knight drew his sword. "Put him down!" With a quick, graceful movement, The Wielder cut the handle of the knight's sword in half, causing the blade to fall with a light 'thump' onto the forest ground below. Turning his sword back to the Rookie who had not moved, his fear was so strong, the Wielder looked at the shivering shell of a man for a few moments before asking, "Are you frightened?" The Rookie bit his lip, closed his eyes and gave a quick nod as a trail of urine slid down his ragged clothing. "Not nearly frightened enough." Looking down to see the puddle of yellow that now surrounded them, The Wielder twirled his sword around, skimming the Rookie's skin underneath his chin. It slid easily back into it's holster.
"Now get out of here." He commanded. The rookie stared at him, dumbfounded for a few moments. "Well, what're you waiting for? Go!" The shivering man fell backwards then stumbling and sputtering, he ran for his life, screaming like a schoolgirl all the while. "You too." The Wielder said to the frozen-in-fear knight. "Get out of here before I get really angry." Following the Rookie's lead, the Knight got up and ran away. The sound of metal clinking against metal echoed through the forest until the Knight was out of sight. Whilst shaking his head, The Wielder made sure his cloak was fastened correctly then swirled around and headed toward the bridge, his hair and cape fluttering in the wind as he strode.
The sword was long and broad, with fine carvings gracing the middle. Its handle was made of the finest wood known to man. Any person of intelligence would've fled at the sight of the sword, for it is a mythical item, it is believed to have been enchanted by an elven witch some 2,000 years ago. Yet.the sword glimmered in the sunlight as if it had been freshly crafted. No sign of aging had appeared on it. The 'wielder' as people called him because of his mysterious sword, stepped forward. "I mean no harm to either of you." He assured them in a deep, rich voice. "I only wish to cross the bridge."
The knight, who knew not of the sword and its history (because he was a complete idiot), snorted. "Why don't you run along, little man? You're not getting past us." The Wielder chuckled. "Height does not determine strength." A shaky voice spoke up.it belonged, of course, to the Rookie. "You get out of here! We won't let you pass!" Again, the Wielder smiled, rubbing the stubble covering his chin and pacing back and forth muttering, 'they won't let me pass, they won't let me pass.' Quicker than a human could blink, he whipped out his sword and put the point of the blade against the Rookie's Adam's apple. "How about now?"
Gasping, the knight drew his sword. "Put him down!" With a quick, graceful movement, The Wielder cut the handle of the knight's sword in half, causing the blade to fall with a light 'thump' onto the forest ground below. Turning his sword back to the Rookie who had not moved, his fear was so strong, the Wielder looked at the shivering shell of a man for a few moments before asking, "Are you frightened?" The Rookie bit his lip, closed his eyes and gave a quick nod as a trail of urine slid down his ragged clothing. "Not nearly frightened enough." Looking down to see the puddle of yellow that now surrounded them, The Wielder twirled his sword around, skimming the Rookie's skin underneath his chin. It slid easily back into it's holster.
"Now get out of here." He commanded. The rookie stared at him, dumbfounded for a few moments. "Well, what're you waiting for? Go!" The shivering man fell backwards then stumbling and sputtering, he ran for his life, screaming like a schoolgirl all the while. "You too." The Wielder said to the frozen-in-fear knight. "Get out of here before I get really angry." Following the Rookie's lead, the Knight got up and ran away. The sound of metal clinking against metal echoed through the forest until the Knight was out of sight. Whilst shaking his head, The Wielder made sure his cloak was fastened correctly then swirled around and headed toward the bridge, his hair and cape fluttering in the wind as he strode.