The classroom was as hot as hell, and as sticky as a pool of honey. All but one student was complaining about the heat. He just sat. He did his work, but not with good marks. At all. He was an outcast, he didn't make friends, the only friend he had was the open air. As he looked out a window to his left, he saw the haziness of the heat, and the way it made things shrivel up. He saw a pair of birds of prey circling the country sky and envied them. They were outside, free and doing what they wanted. No marks to worry about, no bullies. Nothing. He looked back to his exercise book and sighed.
Later that day, back at his farm, the boy was loading up sacks of wheat on a wagon when he noticed something unusual. A small sparkle amongst tones of wheat. A one in a million chance of seeing it. He moved closer, ignoring his father's questions as to what he was doing. He stared at it, as he walked closer, admiring it glinting in the sunlight. It was a sword. When he saw it in full, two things hit him; how truly majestic it was and, how it could've stayed in this condition for so long. He reached down to pick it up and as he touched it, he leapt back in searing pain to see a small fuming burn running up his arm, at first it look like a vine, but then realized he was looking at it wrong. When looked at the right way, it was a long, frightening serpent twisting around a sword. He grunted as he lifted up the sword. One thing that isn't shown in the movies, he thought, was how amazingly heavy they were. He heard the distant rumble of the wagon bringing not only his mother, but dinner too. He thought this a good opportunity to show them the sword, but not the burn. He hustled back to the wheat-bearing wagon and pulled on his thick-woolen jumper, hiding his burn from his mum. Once everyone was seated on the back of the tilting wagon that was attached to the back of the tractor, or a bundle of hay, he pulled the sword out from behind him. He heard three stifled gasps of surprise, his mum, dad and Ted, a helper of the farm. They all immediately started asking where he got it, he simply answered "in the wheat". After tea, they did another hours work, the boy couldn't help glancing at the sword every few minutes, it was just so magnificent! They packed up and headed home slowly, yawning and talking about the events of that day.
He woke up the next morning realising that he did not have to go to school , it was Saturday. Instead, he thought, he'd try to find out more about this sword. As it was....well a sword, he couldn't really take it to the town library, so he sketched it on a sheet of paper, then measured and weighed it. Before he left, he asked his father what metals it was made from. His father, being one of the people who once paid attention during class, explained the hilt was everyday iron, with a thin layer of gold. But the actual blade was made from platinum, which explained why it wasn't rusty. Then, as quick as a wink, he was outside, speeding towards the library on his small bike.
Inside, the librarian, whose nametag told him her name was Lily, told him that he could find the local ancient history books in isle 14 under H in non-fiction. He politely thanked her and then he followed the simple directions and found 7 books on what he was looking for. Taking them all, he carried the load to the nearest table and dumped them with a loud "bang" which sounded like a bomb going off in the silent library. He got a few nasty glares from nearby readers, and librarians, but he just shrugged them off. He flipped open the first book, turning slowly through the pages. After about 1 and a half hours, he'd gone through 5 books. He hurriedly opened the sixth book and worked his way through. In the last chapter, he blinked in surprise as he saw his own sword in the corner of the page, with mounds of information around it. Immediately he began reading; it was about 435 years old, and apparently this sword was particularly important. It had once belonged to this town's founder, Conrad Aehrenthal, who had successfully defended the town from numerous attacks from various enemies. He flashed a look at his watch and knew he'd best be on his way home. He went up to the desk and borrowed the book that had the information he wanted. The thanked Lily, and then rushed out of the library, it was 4:15, he had been in there since 11:00. He yawned wearily, but knew he had done well by finding information. He unlocked his bike and slowly began his journey home.
