Jakindra wrote:WeeKelda wrote:Quite a long time later...
Douglas McDermatFloofy III looked at his father's sword. He picked it up. He dropped it again, sucking his fingers. He glanced at the manual. " Hold it at ye blunt end, ye fool" He read, very slowly. Feeling proud at his feat, after all it had only taken half an hour, He reversed the sword and tried again. A surge of power didn't come up his arm, red fire didn't dance before his eyes but it did feel right.
He tried waving it around in front of him, as he had seen the older men in the village do when they played with each other. The sword certainly felt much heavier than it looked, and as it slowly thumped against a wooden column, Doug's clammy fingers lost their grip and he plunged head-first into the remains of the cooking-fire. The fire, not having quite gone out yet, spread itself to Doug's bushy hair. And as he ran around screaming like a little girl to get the flames out, it dawned on him that maybe, maybe he didn't quite have the upper-body strength to wield his fathers sword, thin and lanky as he were.
After dunking his poor wee head in the horse trough, Douglas McDermatfloofy III decided to take a nap. In his sleepy mind came a vision of lovliness, a fiery red-haired vixen, (not unlike Tina's Baby Sister). She spoke to him about the sword and how very special he was and how handsome he would be, especially when his hair grew back. She explained that he should ignore silly old men and learn to pick up heavy things to make his little arms Big and Strong like the Blacksmith. She even suggested that he speak to the Big man and ask for help becoming a Big and Strong man so that he could practice his newfound calling. She told him that he had a Destiny, and a Geas before him. (not to be confused with Geese or Long Stares) He would wield this special sword with Dignity and with Great Prowess in the pursuit of Goodness and probably a very special wench to marry someday, but getting back on the topic as she slid back into the pond, she told him that he should work hard to fulfill the Destiny, lest a Moose decide to play hacky-sack with his little body.