Londisizwe sat down and wiped his forehead, he has been standing for the last hour.

He took the sword and held it in his hands, it looked so delicate, it was shiny like it was a glass.

Londisizwe used it to stab the air and found it increasingly light to use, it just fit so well with his hand.

He smiled as he looked it, someone who knew nothing about swords would never see the mistakes thay he had made.

He cut the carrot that was on the table and smiled as it slided through without any effort.

He smiled as he looked at the little details he added of a small dragon, his father signature.

He took the sword and placed it inside his jacket to protect it from the small time thiefs as he hurried back home.

He took note that the cold air was no longer sharp like before as he got inside the house and went in his father’s room and saw him now sitting “Are you better?” He asked as he knelt down on his feet.

“The doctor really helped me, I’ll be able to walk in a day or two he gave me something to rub on it.”

I pulled out the sword that I had made and shown it to him.

He took the blade and looked at it, he nodded “This is good, really good in no time you’ll be a pro.”

I nodded as I walked out with my chest full of pride.