Arvane passes sword by sword feeling each one.
"This is what I want to do not cook nor clean." she whispers
She stops at the third to last sword.
"This is the one I know it."
Arvane struggles to pull out the golden sword.
She grabs a knights helmet and pulls it over her auburn hair.
"Nope my head is to small."
She drags the sword up and slings it into the air it hits one of the shields.
CLANG! "Oh no."
Arvane runs down the hall and back to her room and bolts under the covers.
One of the guards bursts in her room.
"Are you alright Arvane there was a loud sound by your room."
Arvane shrugs it off.
"What sound would that be?"
"Well I guess you're alright I will be on my way." The guard said.
The next day Arvane goes out to the castles back wall.
"Pedro, why is this wall so high?"
"To keep out intruders."
"I have to escape this place I can't be trapped forever" Arvane thinks.
She scans around the concrete wall.
"Ok, so three guards in the back three in the front two on the sides."
"Now what?"
A knight with the golden sword walks right past Arvane.
"That's a beautiful sword."
"It comes with being head knight" the knight says.
"We fight for our religion and what we believe in I think our Roman gods
would be very pleased in what we do."
"I'm sure" Arvane says.
"Who makes such swords?"
"Our blacksmith Williams." The knight says
"Thank you and good day."
Arvane search's for the blacksmith.
