Once upon a time I was nothing.

I was born to nobody. I was nobody’s. I was… nobody.

Everything changed when kings sword was forged.

We had received an official letter with the kings royal seal. The contents of the letter went as this. “Legendary blacksmith, I, your king ask you to forge me a weapon worthy of my honor.” Accompanied with the letter, an almost human sized stone filled with the rarest metals known to man. It was escorted in to the smithy by the kings guard.

And so. We began.

We slaved day in and day out extracting the rare metals. We spent even more days heating and striking and folding until the ore was whole and smooth; until the hilt was shining, and the blade glowed. The sword was complete and it whispered to me of its greatness.

It was a beautiful weapon, and as I watched the blacksmith sheath the sword and leave, I wished for once in my short life, that I was more than nobody. That I was worthy of such an item.

To be continued...