Curtis had been walking for a few hours now, and legs began to ache. He had been on a ship for weeks and was still getting used to walking on flat ground. He, Dane, The Old Man, Hallia, and Gavin were going to stay in an inn for the next few days in a small village.
"Curtis!" The Old Man called out. "I need to talk to you."
"What is it?" Curtis asked.
"I think it is time you learn about my sword." He whispered.
"The sword is magical, as you know, and is capable of emitting large blasts of energy, enough to obliterate a fortress. I am getting old and must soon die, and I need a successor to give the sword to."
"You're going to give the sword to me?" Curtis asked, confused.
"It is not for me to decide," The Old Man said. " The sword chooses the bearer. If I die before I find the person who will inherit this sword, I need you to find its future of wielder."
"You can count on me." Curtis said.
"Well we better get going," The Old man said aloud. "It is getting late."
Then they walked into the village.
Quoting TMNS 5097
Very nice work here Sam! The door is great! The stone wall is good as well!
Nice to see you on MOCpages, I have seen you on both the LOTR and LEGO.com Gallery! Anyways, great job and God bless! :)