ok, this isn't part of the story, but it is somewhat related to the story. this is what i just wrote for my creative writing class this week.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Side Story (Untitled)
Part 1
Long ago, in a desert that bordered several prosperous kingdoms, a tribe of poor nomads built a small village. Their village thrived, and the surrounding kingdoms began to wonder how they were able to survive so easily in such a barren wasteland. Eventually, the kingdoms became concerned with the fact that the desert village was constantly growing, and they felt threatened by them. They decided to send someone to the village to find out what they were up to.
They chose a soldier named Fortis, who was one of their best commanders. He went to the desert village and asked if he could stay with them for a short time. They were a peaceful people, and they accepted him without question. In only a short time, Fortis had become familiar with the people’s habits and customs. Everything about them seemed humble and friendly, and he couldn’t find any reason for the kingdoms to be concerned.
The only strange thing that Fortis found in the village was a sword that stood erect in the center of the village. It rose out of a small pedestal, which had an inscription in one of the old desert languages that he couldn’t read. The sword itself was one of the most beautifully designed ones that Fortis had ever seen. It had a glossy, light silver colored blade, with a design that spread down towards the tip. The design consisted of a series of pale blue-green diamonds and dark silver lines. The hilt was a light blue that had a tint of violet in it. A bright blue stone that had strands of lighter blues and greens was inlaid in the hilt.
Fortis had tried to examine the sword more closely, but every time he tried he was stopped by a villager who stood nearby. With a polite but firm voice, they would ask him to step away and go on about his business. This bothered him, because the villagers had been very straightforward with him about everything before. If these are truly peaceful people, then why do they have this sword? he thought to himself.
The leader of the village, Verum, noticed Fortis’s interest in the sword and realized that a problem was about to arise.
“Fortis,” Verum said as he approached Fortis a few days later, “some of my people have told me that you have been asking about our sword. Tell me, what is it that interests you so?”
“I’m curious,” Fortis responded carefully, “about why your people would need such a weapon when you claim to hate violence.” He watched Verum’s expression carefully as he turned to gaze across the village at the sword.
“You are a soldier, Fortis, so tell me, when you look at a sword, what do you see?” Fortis looked confused as he started to respond, but Verum continued talking. “As a soldier, that sword represents something very different to you than it does to my people. You see a weapon, used in war, and soldiers who find glory in battle by wielding a sword such as that one. But my people, they see a promise of protection, honor, and safety. That is all you need to know.”
Fortis nodded, and Verum smiled slightly as he walked off, convinced that Fortis now understood. In truth, Fortis felt even more uneasy. What type of people could claim that they hated violence, and keep a sword amongst themselves that they all revered? Verum had to by lying, Fortis convinced himself, and that would mean that the village really was a threat. Fortis knew that he had to return to the kingdoms to warn them of his discovery. But before he left the village, he was going to steal that sword.
That night, Fortis snuck through the village to the sword. The empty village was eerie in the moonlight, which shone down on the empty streets. The light seemed to focus around the sword as Fortis walked quietly up to it.
He hesitated a bit before he reached for it, and looked around to make sure that no one was watching. No one was in sight, so Fortis put his hand on the sword hilt and pulled it up from the pedestal. Before he left the village, he wrapped the sword in a rough cloak that he found outside someone’s house.
As soon as the sword was fully covered, the moonlight dimmed. The warm desert night suddenly became chilled, and the howls and cries of vicious animals could be heard coming from outside of the village. Fortis shivered and ran from the village.