Maze of the master sword
A maze. A firkin maze. I look up to the left. Mossy stone eighty feet high. Barely any sun light. The stone is chiseled and somewhat cracked. I breathe in through my nose. I walk forward. Then a duck to the right as five foot spikes go up. Easy, I continue at steady pace. No monsters so far. I stop and put my map away. In front of me is a prestige's clearing. Trees shining so bright as if they were made of gold. I walk forward. And see a sword in the ground. The hilt which is light silver with a sapphire on the bottom of the hilt. The blade itself looks to be made out of iron. That's a nice blade I want it. I move forward and see a young boy there. I say, "Hello"
He turns around and, his face it's melting off, bits of flesh and bones are visible. He says, "Hello Sam" NO NO
NO NO NO NO. I cry. I stutter, "N-no y-y-you can-can't be here." I close my eyes and fall to my knees I won't open my eyes. I wont face the truth.
Denial
The end
I actually don't know what a master sword is.
Sorry my friend kept saying he wanted one for d&d so this is what happened to him
