The Lost Sword

By: Julian Alexander

 

Inhale. Exhale.

 

Once again. Inhale. Exhale.

 

            What a wonderful crystal dome, cloaked in the deep blue of royalty. I would never have guessed that falling into a hole would lead me here. . . . It would be so much better if I had my sword. I just know that it would look good, glistening from the crystals. I’m sure I would find it eventually, . . . but I don’t feel like moving. I found a nice, smooth crystal to sit on, and it is just too comfortable.

 

Inhale. Exhale.

 

            I think I will go find my beloved weapon. It cost me most of my fortune to get. That was a lucky day for an unlucky auction. . . . This is also a lucky day triggered by an unlucky event. I fell into a hole, which hurt. I wandered through a cave in darkness and silence, which hurt. I lost my sword, which hurts. I found this cave, which does hurt,. . . quite a bit in fact. . . . Maybe it is not so lucky.

 

Inhale. Exhale.

 

            As much as I want to get up and find my sword, I just can’t remove myself from this spot. I am too attached to this crystal seat, figuratively and literally. . . . The crystals have already encased my lower body. . . . No one is going to come for me. No one even knows I’m here. . . . I would definitely be able to break them off before I become encased with my sword. . . . If only I had my sword.

 

Inhale. Exhale.