“Right
over left, left over right makes
a knot both tidy and tight.”
Alexander
the Great* #quote
Today I played more of that of that
Smash Brothers online. I'm not getting beaten too terribly.
And I did win one! Also I played against Abraham Lincoln, he's pretty
darn good. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Immortal Farmer
An old farmer
tilled the soil with a magical sword. The strange hook of the weapon
and the fact it could cut, penetrate or wreck anything he desired
meant it could suit this purpose just fine. While he worked a knight
a good foot taller than him walked up to him.
“Almond skin,
black hair, green eyes. Fits the description,” The knight said with
while looking down at him. “Are you Sir Hedwind?”
“I'm carrying
the Immortal Sword. Don't ask stupid questions you know the answer
to.” Sir Hedwind replied.
“I seek a
duel for your sword, do you accept?” The knight asked.
Sir Hedwind,
“At least you didn't try to kill me in my sleep. I'll give you
credit for that. But no, I will not duel you.”
The knight's
formal voice became a bit shaky. “Kill you in your sleep? Why would
you think such a thing?”
Sir Hedwind
smiled. “Whoever manages to kill me gets the power of the Immortal
Sword and won't age. The only way someone can die who owns the sword
is if someone kills them. Most people try to kill me in my sleep.
Well, I have no intention of dueling you.”
The knight
approached Sir Hedwind as close as he could to tower over him and
spoke with a demanding tone. “I am not leaving without that sword.”
Sir Hedwind
replied, “Do you know what fertilizes my farm? A few animals I hunt
and the many people who come to murder me for the Immortal Sword.
After all, I don't know who their families are to return their body
to their families for a more proper burial.”
The knight
looked at tilled soil and turned around without looking back. Some
did not make the same choice and fell to Sir Hedwind the most skilled
knight in all the lands.
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