Magical Books and Swords: The Failed Swordsman (Story Concept)(Medieval Fantasy Story)

CREDITS: 

--written by thewriter197

--practice fantasy writing for me and clients I work with. 

--This story is personal to me. This story is about people who fail at things. They try to succeed in life but it is difficult.

--I might make this into a book in the future. I am going to store this for experience in story writing and for a future book I might write.

The Failed Swordsman

Rain drops and lightning flash. A man leaning on a tall tree, looks at the grass that moves on the ground. Thoughts start to cloud his thinking. Circling his mind and controlling what thoughts he could create. The rope on the sheathe unwinds. A long sword extends to the open. The man walks slow forward. Moving further in the grassland. He tries to move towards the dirt path heading to the forest, but something is making him stuck. The man looks down at the grass and kneels. Thunder clashes miles away. Wind blows hard on his back and pushes his hair quickly to the right. His clothes soak under hundreds of rain drops. 

The man looks up. Silent sound of nothing draws in the rain. He raises the sword to the sky. Rain smears on the silver metal. Thoughts start to come back. Unwanted thoughts he doesn't want to have.  Proudly he shouts, “I’m not stupid father. I am not the on you accuse.” He lets go of the blade and it drops. Rolling a couple inches to the right. The man looks back at the grass. Mouth opens a small stature and he starts to make a sound. Sounds connected to emotion cut him short. The words of such betrayal and outcast come back to him now. Painfully, the man remembers why he was walking in the grass. 

“How many times Timmy? How many times? You failed the test 8 times. 8 times you showed me how much of a incompetent warrior you really are. For 8 times you have failed. Your offensive and defensive swordman test results are not good enough for this army.” “Father, I will past the test, I need more time. Please allow me to complete.......” said Timmy.

Timmy’s father responds, “You disgraceful boy. I don’t think you fully understand. Let me tell you unlovingly. You are stupid. You have always been stupid. Never good enough to past the tests that the other men in this army have passed. Too stupid to past this test. Too stupid to be a man. Too stupid to take care of yourself. You have failed me too many times. You understand?” said Timmy's father.

“No, I do not. I don’t understand why I have to leave.” 

“Guards, take this man to the gate and give him a long sword.”

“Wait, wait……father…..wait……I………”
"Your not my concern anymore." 

Timmy gets up and stretches his back. He uses his forearm to wipe the tears. Then, moves back to the tree. On the other side of it, the town is seen far off past two hills of grass. Many miles from where Timmy took a sit by the tree. For a few moments, he watches the structure of the town and tries to accept what his father spoke. “Father, I am never going to forgive you for this. You hurt me too much this time. I will never forgive you. Never.” said Timmy. Timmy  looks for the sword in the grass. The sword smothers in the dirt and imprints. Draining down with the rain constantly falling. He reaches down and pull the metal. Puts it back in the sheath and begins to walk to the dirt path going to the forest.