Walking down the pale-toned walkway, I encountered a mysterious shop. Planted between two tall buildings, it gave them an off-beat edge. Pondering over the stilled, etched, and stone covered walls, I tilted my head upward. The roof was made of a dark wood, that unevenly slanted forward. Pillars, dark brown and broad, which filled the sides and met the top, creating a caved-in slant. Yellow stained windows made up most of the wall space. Etched between, was a tiny glass door—the same color of the windows, and a rusted door handle to match.

Peaking through the door, a tall and skinny man stood at the front desk. Greeting me with a smile, we locked eyes and I felt obligated to enter. Reaching for the door, I pulled my sleeve over my tiny sun-kissed hand—scared to get an infection. Giving the door an extra hard pull, it slowly screamed open. Stepping inside, an aroma of dust filled my lungs and throat. Vivid dimmed lights filled my eyes along with luminous bookshelves decked out in unrecognizable items.

“Why hello there miss, what may I assist you with today?” The mans voice was dark and cascaded throughout the store.

“Sorry to be a bother, I was just on my way to my sparring class and noticed your building.” Sputtering out a sentence, I couldn’t help but feel off, “Is it new?”

“Oh no, no, no my dear. For my shop has been here within this kingdom for many years, and hopefully—more to come. Why don’t you have a look around, my finest offers are here…” The man pointed above his head. Dazzling swords and magic spell books hung on the shelves.

Without responding, I turned and headed to the right. A path of clunky oak bookshelves stalked over me. Nearing the far back wall, more of the same bookshelves appeared. On the left, labeled; _Books of Wonder._ The middle; _Books of Passion. _And the right being; _Books of Serenity. _Although they all seemed pretty interesting, I wasn’t about to spend fifty-five Gemstones on books I can get at a better place, for a better price. Plus, who knows what this man will do with that much Gemstone… _A filthy image popped into my mind. _Instantly, I started shacking out the thought.

“Find anything you like?” The man’s voice cooed at me, sending shivers down my spine.

Startled, I replied unconsciously, “Oh.. Uhm no, I haven’t.”

“Well that’s just alright, why don’t you check out these shelves,” The man gestures to the shelves behind him, scooting out of the way.

Dragging my eyes up and down umong the unusual objects, I come across a sword like no other. The blade made of pure gold, encrusted in silvery periwinkle. The handle, a charcole leather, and the letters _S.O.W. _Engraved within.

Noticing my attention pulled towards the sword, the man begins to speak, “Oh, oh, oh—my finest discovery… the Sword Of Wisdom. Your welcome to hold it if you’d like.”

Engaging my attention back to the man, I reply, “Oh my, yes, I’d love to. It’s quite exquisite.”

Reaching for the sword, the man pulls it from its resting place, and lays it within the palms of my hands, “Oh my, its so very light and it fits my hands perfectly. How amazing.”

The man’s eyes gleem with such joy, “So, do you like it?”

Bringing my eyes to the man, I reply, “Oh yes, I’d say it’s perfect. Just my style too, like it was made for me. How much would you like for it?”

“Nothing my dear, nothing at all. For this sword, it is yours to have. Clearly you admire this sword with such passion. No one has ever looked at a sword quite like you before,” The man is in awe as he looks upon me, “If you dont mind, may i ask what is your name?”

My heart behins to dance in my chest with such glee, “Wait what- the sword is free?? But why? Dont you want to make gemstones?” I sputter like a whirl of wind flustered and confused.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down my dear for there is no need to worry. You are like no other, and so someone like you deserves this kind of a sword. No strings attached.”

Pulling my attention far deeper into the sword, I admire its beauty and grace, the strength it comes with and the good it can accomplish, “Thank you so very much mister, but I’ll pass on the name exchanges. I have a very important sparring class to attend, and I am already late.”

With such grace and speed, I barreled out of the store with my new sword. Spreeing up and over the streets with my wolf-like agility, I feel a sense of greatness and pride with being granted such a sword—The Sword Of Wisdom.