THE ONCE AND FUTURE SWORD
by Gregory Amato
Losing your temper is pretty bad for a sword.
Even a famous sword doesn't have many aspirations beyond separating a few good men from their heads. Kill a bunch of Saxon champions and hopefully some kings. Maybe slay a few monsters on the island across the way. Just for something different.
Fight the big fights. Get famous. Paint the town red. Literally.
Dwarf-forged and dwarf-blessed, this sword was made to do great things. Great things until its wielder gets fat and lazy and starts using it as more of a prop than a weapon. And until all the other weapons start snickering.
Nobody has infinite patience. A bad day at work involves no cleaning or oil after being thrust into the wet ground, and every day is a bad day. Can two and a half pounds of homicidal steel come back after its importance is forgotten?
Unless it can forge a new path, the greatest sword in the North might just be losing its edge.