Here is a story I had to make for the 4th quarter Composition Grammar thing. Its a play thing that I have to do really. But what I want for all you readers out there (except the Icantsayacussword spammers, who dont read it, but just comment) is to tell me what you think the meaning of the story is. Its a fairly long story, so you dont need to read it if you dont want. ;-)
James and the Sword
James never understood why he was never to touch the sword of his father, King Arthur. He was often told he was too young for such a power so great. But James was now sixteen and more burly than ever. Surely, he thought, he is ready for the sword; he had been waiting twelve years for this, ever since he learned of the sword.
He stood just a few feet from the sword, which was embedded in glass on top of three steps. As he saw that nobody was anywhere near, he felt an urge stronger than ever pull him to the sword, rarely had the sword been alone. Soon, so soon, will he be able to hold the sword that brought his father power, the sword he was kept from for all these years.
James took one small step towards the glass cabinet, Doubt falling into his mind. “ Father kept it from you for a reason, nobody HAS ever told you the whole story of the sword.”
“Nonsense!” came a different voice from his head. “Father kept it from me for his own selfish reasons! He must be afraid of how I may be able to use it better than he!”
And seeing the light of that assumption, James ran to the cabinet, flung open the door of it, and took hold of the sword. The sword, light and easy to handle, seemed durable beyond anything else, as if nothing can stop it.
As he stared and admired the sword, James felt more powerful than ever before, he felt as if he could take on anybody; somehow he must display his power. Of course! His sister’s wedding! Everyone would be there, here will he show Jacob, his colleague whom he hates so much, who is better at use of the sword. James took out his own sword, sheathed his father’s, and ran down the stairs. Running past the hall Jacob reached the doors and opened them. Here nobles and ladies, dressed in their best for the wedding, greeted him.
“Tell me, where is Sir Jacob? I must have a word with him.” He asked the nearest duke.
“Why, he’s over yonder, by the lemon tree, Prince.” The duke replied, pointing to his right.
James had left the duke without a word, he must show Jacob who is better, even as this was forming in James’ mind, hatred grew stronger towards Jacob, he will show him, he will never lose another match again.
Jacob, talking to a lady, looked over at James walking towards him. “Prince James!” he exclaimed. “How good to see you! I wanted to introduce-“
“Jacob, I challenge you to a duel, right here, right now!” James interrupted.
Jacob looked around, then back at James, smiling. “Prince James, surely you must be kidding me! I have no quarrel with you.”
Oblivious to all around him, James took the sword and thrust it at Jacob without a word. Jacob fell to his knees in silence, bleeding from his side as James prepared the final blow.
“James! No!” yelled a voice from behind, as James felt hard hands soften his grip on the sword. Doubt came back into his mind about the sword, saying, “Your father did have a reason.”
James let go of the sword and was confused, how was he back at the party? Why is Jacob bleeding? What happened? He thought of the last thing he could remember, the sword… He added it all up and at once knew the crime he had committed. Jacob was being taken away, there was no chance to talk to him right now. James looked around and saw his father. After that he rushed into his arms, crying, “Father, forgive me.”
James never understood why he was never to touch the sword of his father, King Arthur. He was often told he was too young for such a power so great. But James was now sixteen and more burly than ever. Surely, he thought, he is ready for the sword; he had been waiting twelve years for this, ever since he learned of the sword.
He stood just a few feet from the sword, which was embedded in glass on top of three steps. As he saw that nobody was anywhere near, he felt an urge stronger than ever pull him to the sword, rarely had the sword been alone. Soon, so soon, will he be able to hold the sword that brought his father power, the sword he was kept from for all these years.
James took one small step towards the glass cabinet, Doubt falling into his mind. “ Father kept it from you for a reason, nobody HAS ever told you the whole story of the sword.”
“Nonsense!” came a different voice from his head. “Father kept it from me for his own selfish reasons! He must be afraid of how I may be able to use it better than he!”
And seeing the light of that assumption, James ran to the cabinet, flung open the door of it, and took hold of the sword. The sword, light and easy to handle, seemed durable beyond anything else, as if nothing can stop it.
As he stared and admired the sword, James felt more powerful than ever before, he felt as if he could take on anybody; somehow he must display his power. Of course! His sister’s wedding! Everyone would be there, here will he show Jacob, his colleague whom he hates so much, who is better at use of the sword. James took out his own sword, sheathed his father’s, and ran down the stairs. Running past the hall Jacob reached the doors and opened them. Here nobles and ladies, dressed in their best for the wedding, greeted him.
“Tell me, where is Sir Jacob? I must have a word with him.” He asked the nearest duke.
“Why, he’s over yonder, by the lemon tree, Prince.” The duke replied, pointing to his right.
James had left the duke without a word, he must show Jacob who is better, even as this was forming in James’ mind, hatred grew stronger towards Jacob, he will show him, he will never lose another match again.
Jacob, talking to a lady, looked over at James walking towards him. “Prince James!” he exclaimed. “How good to see you! I wanted to introduce-“
“Jacob, I challenge you to a duel, right here, right now!” James interrupted.
Jacob looked around, then back at James, smiling. “Prince James, surely you must be kidding me! I have no quarrel with you.”
Oblivious to all around him, James took the sword and thrust it at Jacob without a word. Jacob fell to his knees in silence, bleeding from his side as James prepared the final blow.
“James! No!” yelled a voice from behind, as James felt hard hands soften his grip on the sword. Doubt came back into his mind about the sword, saying, “Your father did have a reason.”
James let go of the sword and was confused, how was he back at the party? Why is Jacob bleeding? What happened? He thought of the last thing he could remember, the sword… He added it all up and at once knew the crime he had committed. Jacob was being taken away, there was no chance to talk to him right now. James looked around and saw his father. After that he rushed into his arms, crying, “Father, forgive me.”
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Dameo
3 comments:
"Hate" is right Damien and the title makes no sense...Anyways since we do Catholic Homeschooling I'd guess the Father is God trying to keep us away from things that are dangerous and that can lead to sin. And the Sword of course is the temptation. I dont know just a guess.
Hmmm.... any other takers?
Me..........I guess.
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