Monday February 4th, 2013

The exercise:

Write about: the sword.

So this was pretty amazing today. Very... powerful, and humanizing. Inspiring.

All of that and more.

Mine:

I have sat upon this wall for far too long. Inactive, growing dull. Wasting away to nothing, my lethality hidden... no, smothered by this pathetic, ornamental covering. As though what I do is shameful. As though my purpose is not honourable.

I should be spilling blood for my master, vanquishing his enemies. Striking fear deep into the souls of those who dare to oppose his will. Held aloft on a rain-soaked battlefield riddled with bodies.

But my master has grown lazy with the passing of the years. Old age has made him complacent. Weak.

He has precious little time left to him now. I take comfort in that.

For soon another will rule this house. A man with young blood stampeding through his veins. He will free me from this dusty scabbard and together we will do what must be done.

Until then... I can only wait. Dream of glory and battle... and wait.