Sue has given us a slightly different photo for her challenge this week:
Legend had it the owner of this sword would have riches and power beyond their wildest dreams. Had he not witnessed it first hand? Seen with his own eyes the glory and spoils of victory?
Holding the blade aloft, he chanted the ritual words, allowing the tip to cut into his skin and his blood to flow over the cold steel.
He had not anticipated the pain.
Nor the blinding glow of green that emitted from the blade as it trembled in his hands.
‘False God! Liar! Traitor!’
The voices echoed around his head as he slid to his knees.
The Sword of Truth did not lie.
The wound became a torrent and he felt his life’s energy drain from his body.
His last thought was how he wished he had left well alone and not stolen the weapon from the sleeping King.