The Blade of Cumberland... It was a dark day in the woods as Marcus Lent walked through the woods. The woods where quite as if a storm was about to plow through it. Suddenly a fiery young man and 2 heavly clad knights came running down the path ahead of Marcus one of them was yelling something but he could not quite make out what they where saying. Afraid that they may be out to harm him he dove off of the path and into the brush hoping they had not noticed him. Luckly for him they had not the idea of hurting any one nor had they noticed him, they had just found a odd looking object in the woods which seemed to glow. It was a green sword which they had attempted to take with them but it had refused to budge... the men where yelling in exitment over there find and about telling there lord's of there mysterious treasure. Marcus was amazed with what he had just over heard, he waited a moment after the men had passed by him and he could no longer hear there words before getting up to see if he could find what the men had been talking about. Quickly he ran down the path untill he noticed a slight glow coming from just a lil off of the path. With fear he slowly steped into the brush to make his way towards the source of the light. It only took a few small steps before he found him self in a small clearing at the center of which was a strange lil mound from which seemed to have a sword like object sticking up out of it. Slowly Marcus approached the mound, unsure of what to expect from such an odd lil find. The light seemed to fade to a slight lil glow as he got closer to the center of the clearing, the ground beneath him even seemed to change as if by some enchantment. Marcus reached out slowly and touched the sword. It was indeed real, not the ilusion he had first took it for. With a bit of exitment he grasped the sword and attempted to move it up, his hands shot up over his head as he fell backwards on to his back. His hands had seemed to slip from the grip but even stranger he wasnt just a foot or two away from the sword he was on the other side of the lil clearing as if he had been thrown by some unseen force. He got up and cleaned the dirt from his pants before returing to inspect the sword and the moung in which it was stuck. He tried budging it from the side but it did not give, he tried to clean the handle off but the moss just seemed to regrow. He finaly tried to pull it from the mound again and again he found him self flat on his back at the edge of the clearing. Marcus could not understand what was going on... This was something that you hear about in storys but never acctualy see. How could he be so lucky as to find this place, even if he couldnt take the sword just having touched it and seen it was more than he could have ever dreamed of. He wasnt sure what to do, no one would possibly beleive him and the knights he had seen would have come back for it by then with many more men. He had to find some way to get into the story that would surly come of this wonderous find. He thought for a lil while, he knew the knights would just shove him out of the way unless he made him self seem useful to them. He then thougt of what his father had taught him before he died. How to be a bard and how to tell storys through song and music. His mother had never liked the idea much and had pushed him to working the garden.
Icy-Determination_020 · Sun Jan 07, 2007 @ 07:20am · 2 Comments |