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Write a short story about a child coming across a legendary weapon lost to time
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The kid picks up a legendary weapon lost to time, " Hey a sword!" He flings it into a lake. It skips a few times then sinks, "Cool."
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Rena already knew she wasn't gonna be the first nor the second or even the fifth to have arrive into the Cave of Trials's Armory out of the 8 candidates.
She was dead last, again. Already used to the unfairness for her lack of magic, she walked onwards towards the only weapon shrine that hasn't been claimed yet, or rather, no one wanted to..... most likely because it's name could not be found anywhere around the shrine and the worn out appearance did not help either. Any plain curved sword or uchi-gatana, even her large dull practice sword is much more preferable than this blade of a nameless and possibly barely renowned swordsmaster of the past.
Nevertheless, she decided to take it. Because she also felt an odd sense of kinship with the blade, plain and unwanted, and as she touched it she felt a strange surge of immense pressure coursing through her body.
Silhouette of a swordsman fighting flashed through her mind, using various techniques and stances facing off against many foes of different sizes.
"Guh....!" Rena banged her head against the floor instinctively, and managed to snap out of that strange trance.
"No way....... don't tell me this belongs to......" she shook her head while staring at the katana in her hand, wearing a bewildered expression.
"The Nameless Wanderer......" she said under her breath.
Then it hit her, "Wait...... if this is the Nameless Wanderer's shrine.....then who...?!" she looked at the more extravagantly ornamated empty shrine just across from her's.
Rena had a feeling the legends that she knows might have some plot twists in it from today onwards.
She was dead last, again. Already used to the unfairness for her lack of magic, she walked onwards towards the only weapon shrine that hasn't been claimed yet, or rather, no one wanted to..... most likely because it's name could not be found anywhere around the shrine and the worn out appearance did not help either. Any plain curved sword or uchi-gatana, even her large dull practice sword is much more preferable than this blade of a nameless and possibly barely renowned swordsmaster of the past.
Nevertheless, she decided to take it. Because she also felt an odd sense of kinship with the blade, plain and unwanted, and as she touched it she felt a strange surge of immense pressure coursing through her body.
Silhouette of a swordsman fighting flashed through her mind, using various techniques and stances facing off against many foes of different sizes.
"Guh....!" Rena banged her head against the floor instinctively, and managed to snap out of that strange trance.
"No way....... don't tell me this belongs to......" she shook her head while staring at the katana in her hand, wearing a bewildered expression.
"The Nameless Wanderer......" she said under her breath.
Then it hit her, "Wait...... if this is the Nameless Wanderer's shrine.....then who...?!" she looked at the more extravagantly ornamated empty shrine just across from her's.
Rena had a feeling the legends that she knows might have some plot twists in it from today onwards.
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My son spots something shiny in a pile of rocks on someone's lawn.
"That's not yours," I say, "Leave it where it is."
He touches it because I didn't tell him not to touch it. It starts glowing and rises slowly out of the ground, making a strange humming noise. "That's so awesome!"
I stare at it, trying to decide if it's a Halloween decoration or part of a fancy sprinkler system. Then, I realize it is no longer attached to the ground. "OK, let's get going."
"Waaaait, waaaait!" My son struggles as I pick him up and begin walking.
"Let's go home for some milk and a nap," I say as calmly as possible while I try to control the flailing limbs.
"Put me down!"
"I will put you down at home."
"Look, Mama! It follow us."
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Out of creative juice and need to get back to the kid.
"That's not yours," I say, "Leave it where it is."
He touches it because I didn't tell him not to touch it. It starts glowing and rises slowly out of the ground, making a strange humming noise. "That's so awesome!"
I stare at it, trying to decide if it's a Halloween decoration or part of a fancy sprinkler system. Then, I realize it is no longer attached to the ground. "OK, let's get going."
"Waaaait, waaaait!" My son struggles as I pick him up and begin walking.
"Let's go home for some milk and a nap," I say as calmly as possible while I try to control the flailing limbs.
"Put me down!"
"I will put you down at home."
"Look, Mama! It follow us."
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Out of creative juice and need to get back to the kid.
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A kid finds an old man in a cave.
Old man says: "It is dangerous to go alone, take this."
Old man hand the kid a sword.
Police lights flash from outside and an officer enters. "What do you think you are doing? Giving strange things to minors? We are taking you down town.
The kid doesn't say anything because he's mute.
The authorities put the old man in cuffs and confiscate the sword for violating the local ordinance of having blades longer than a certain length. The mute boy is sent home to his parents and grounded for taking strange things from strangers.
Old man says: "It is dangerous to go alone, take this."
Old man hand the kid a sword.
Police lights flash from outside and an officer enters. "What do you think you are doing? Giving strange things to minors? We are taking you down town.
The kid doesn't say anything because he's mute.
The authorities put the old man in cuffs and confiscate the sword for violating the local ordinance of having blades longer than a certain length. The mute boy is sent home to his parents and grounded for taking strange things from strangers.
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Zelda? Dorkly?
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Although it isn't ethical or moral, you can just hand off a cursed object to a random baby. Then it's not your problem.
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[While cleaning the storage room, i found a shiny katana. And was transported into a isekai when i touched it. Now me and Samune-chan travel the world while eating good food while sometimes saving the world]
Volume 10 out the 12/12/23
Autographed volumes by the author @APieceOfRock also disponible
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倉庫を掃除していたら、ピカピカの刀を見つけました。 触ったら異世界に飛ばされてしまいました。 今は私とさむねちゃんと美味しいものを食べながら世界を旅し、時には世界を救います
第10巻は12/12/23発売です
著者APieceOfRock-sensei氏のサイン本も販売
melchi
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Is that from the Evil Overlord list?
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Not necessarily. It's kind of like becoming the old wise dude who's going to send the "prophesized" hero to fight the Evil Overlord but actually keeps dropping it on random children because he doesn't want to, or can't do it himself.
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A boy runs inside a cave with his eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea of playing an explorer. Suddenly, a light appeared in his sight, running toward it. The boy saw a beautiful sword drive into the ground with half of its blade protruding. Running toward it, the boy didn't pay attention to the ground and stumbled on a rock. Due to his young body, the boy couldn't react in time, and his head hit the sword blade. The boy's head was split in half in an instant.
The End.
(You said short story, but it may be the wrong month for this short story )
The End.
(You said short story, but it may be the wrong month for this short story
)Irma couldn't hear the footsteps of the soldiers over her own panting, but she knew they were coming. Mommy had told her to run as fast as she could when they'd broken through the village's palissade, and she had run.
She didn't know where to run at first, as everything outside of the fields and the village was forbidden to kids. So she'd ran to the fields, and stopped at the end of them, because she was a good girl. And then she'd heard the big man on a horse yell to the soldiers to catch her, and she had panicked and run into the forest.
Sure, she'd never been into the forest alone, but she'd been with her parents and her older brother when he was still a kid and not a grown up. So she knew some paths, but the woods felt oppressive, she was being pursued, and now she was lost, and the soldiers were still after her.
That's when she saw the clearing, and the cliff and the cave and that's when she wished she was actually lost. First, the cave wasn't that far from the village, so she must have backtracked at some point. But the most important part was that the cave was forbidden. Like grown-up forbidden. No one had the right to enter the cave, not her parents, not the mayor, not Old Javier of the temple, not even Lord Esteban and his huge horse who'd come once to the village.
She stopped running, for the second time today, at the entrance of the cave. If the cave was forbidden for everyone, then maybe the soldiers wouldn't follow her inside. But it was really really forbidden. She couldn't go in, could she? A shout of "There she is, lads!", followed by the shapes of soldiers coming out of the woods and into the clearing where the cave entrance was brought her out of her reflexion. She had to choose, face the soldiers she was told to run away from or enter the cave she was forbidden from entering.
When an arrow passed over her head and rebounded on the cliff side, she ran into the cave. They were going to kill her. She had to run, she had to hide, she had to survive them somehow. She ran and ran into the cave, she couldn't see that well, but there was some kind of light that allowed her to run at random into what she felt like an enormous cavern system. The ground was uneven and slippery, but she had the surest footing of her life, never faltering in her run. It was like the stones dried and smoothed themselves when her feet approached, letting her sprint into the darkness.
Even with a sure footing, a 9 year old girl can only run so much in an afternoon. Eventually, Irma came to a stop, out of breath, in what looked like Old Javier's temple, but bigger, and with better pictures on the walls. Once she'd caught her breath, she looked around. The pictures on the walls were the familiar story of the gods, where they vanquished great evils and then disappeared, and out of habit she followed the murals.
That's when she came to the mural of Elvandra, the Archmage of the gods. She'd always wished to be a powerful wizard and crush the enemies of the gods with her magic. She went closer to the sculpture and touched the staff of Elvandra. She really wished she could have such a powerful weapon to protect her village and her family.
Then three things happened in very quick succession. First, she heard the sounds of the soldiers looking for her in the caves. Then the staff she was touching detached from the mural and fell into her hands. It was big and heavy at first, and then it shrunk. It was still bigger than her, about a hand above her head, but she could carry it easily, it wasn't heavy at all, even when it seemed made of carved hard wood and maybe bronze or gold at the top and the bottom. And then she heard the voice.
It was the most wonderful voice, full of strength but caring, a woman's voice that she knew she wasn't really hearing, but whose words she would never forget.
"Raise, child! For being pure of heart and wishing power, not for power's sake, but to help others, I have guided you here and chosen you as my herald in the mortal realm. Carry my staff with you, it will protect you and serve as a symbol of my authority. Keep pure of heart, child, for the world will soon need the power of the heralds, and you are one of them now."
She didn't know where to run at first, as everything outside of the fields and the village was forbidden to kids. So she'd ran to the fields, and stopped at the end of them, because she was a good girl. And then she'd heard the big man on a horse yell to the soldiers to catch her, and she had panicked and run into the forest.
Sure, she'd never been into the forest alone, but she'd been with her parents and her older brother when he was still a kid and not a grown up. So she knew some paths, but the woods felt oppressive, she was being pursued, and now she was lost, and the soldiers were still after her.
That's when she saw the clearing, and the cliff and the cave and that's when she wished she was actually lost. First, the cave wasn't that far from the village, so she must have backtracked at some point. But the most important part was that the cave was forbidden. Like grown-up forbidden. No one had the right to enter the cave, not her parents, not the mayor, not Old Javier of the temple, not even Lord Esteban and his huge horse who'd come once to the village.
She stopped running, for the second time today, at the entrance of the cave. If the cave was forbidden for everyone, then maybe the soldiers wouldn't follow her inside. But it was really really forbidden. She couldn't go in, could she? A shout of "There she is, lads!", followed by the shapes of soldiers coming out of the woods and into the clearing where the cave entrance was brought her out of her reflexion. She had to choose, face the soldiers she was told to run away from or enter the cave she was forbidden from entering.
When an arrow passed over her head and rebounded on the cliff side, she ran into the cave. They were going to kill her. She had to run, she had to hide, she had to survive them somehow. She ran and ran into the cave, she couldn't see that well, but there was some kind of light that allowed her to run at random into what she felt like an enormous cavern system. The ground was uneven and slippery, but she had the surest footing of her life, never faltering in her run. It was like the stones dried and smoothed themselves when her feet approached, letting her sprint into the darkness.
Even with a sure footing, a 9 year old girl can only run so much in an afternoon. Eventually, Irma came to a stop, out of breath, in what looked like Old Javier's temple, but bigger, and with better pictures on the walls. Once she'd caught her breath, she looked around. The pictures on the walls were the familiar story of the gods, where they vanquished great evils and then disappeared, and out of habit she followed the murals.
That's when she came to the mural of Elvandra, the Archmage of the gods. She'd always wished to be a powerful wizard and crush the enemies of the gods with her magic. She went closer to the sculpture and touched the staff of Elvandra. She really wished she could have such a powerful weapon to protect her village and her family.
Then three things happened in very quick succession. First, she heard the sounds of the soldiers looking for her in the caves. Then the staff she was touching detached from the mural and fell into her hands. It was big and heavy at first, and then it shrunk. It was still bigger than her, about a hand above her head, but she could carry it easily, it wasn't heavy at all, even when it seemed made of carved hard wood and maybe bronze or gold at the top and the bottom. And then she heard the voice.
It was the most wonderful voice, full of strength but caring, a woman's voice that she knew she wasn't really hearing, but whose words she would never forget.
"Raise, child! For being pure of heart and wishing power, not for power's sake, but to help others, I have guided you here and chosen you as my herald in the mortal realm. Carry my staff with you, it will protect you and serve as a symbol of my authority. Keep pure of heart, child, for the world will soon need the power of the heralds, and you are one of them now."