When nearly the whole city had gathered in the square to watch the impending duel, and the moment to begin had nearly arrived, I drew my sword from its sheath at my hip. The silver blade glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light. I heard gasps from the gathered crowd as they realised with astonishment that the sword I wielded was the same one with which my famed ancestor vanquished the foul demon Delrith.
At the signal to begin, Romeo rushed at me with his sword drawn, young, untrained fool that he is. In one motion I stepped out of the path of his attack, raised my sword above my head, and brought it down upon Romeo's skull as he went charging past me. It had been too easy to fell the dolt - for the crowd, disappointingly so. Unfortunately, the blow had not been a fatal one, as the maleable blade had merely bent to the shape of his head rather than splitting it in two.
If only I had known that the magical properties that make the sword powerful against demonic beings also makes it next to useless against living foes. The blade is much too soft to deal any lethal damage.
Romeo was, however, left in an unnatural state of unconsciousness for two days as a result of his encounter with the magical sword. When he recovered it became apparent that he had suffered short-term memory loss, as well as brain damage that left him the blathering doufus that he is today. He still remembered Juliet, for a time, until he took it into his pea-brain that she was dead. Better that he had died when I had the chance to kill him. As long as the idiot still lives my Julie has eyes only for him, and will never love me as she should.
As for my grandpa Wally's sword... well the King locked it up in a box with three keys, that it might never bring harm to another human again.
12-Apr-2007 23:26:48
Ennjoyed it alot.