Chapter 4: The Small Guy in a corner

Eader had arrived home, his excitement was immeasurable. "I found a sword."

Then the confusion struck harder than a book on the head. "Wait a minute!"

To rationally explain Eader's chaotic thoughts, one could not simply lose their sword, it was humanly impossible, they were given this sword from birth, they died with it, unless magic happens.

If it is too far away from the user then it would commit latent heat of fusion or latent heat of vapourisation; when the amount of energy it takes for a solid or become liquid and liquid to become gas (bit confusing, ain't it?). He was puzzled by him getting this then the most logical thing came to his mind.

'It's a toy, isn't it?'

His excitement died and created a non-hopeful depressed sequence of him, thinking about the wooden sword over and over again.

While Eader was experiencing a dove bombing experience, the old man, that set up the old trap, walked up to his house. Not looking at his surrounding area, he instantly looked at the tracker on his phone.

He could have asked his men to do it but a six foot (or 180cm) tall man might have been intimidating. However, the old man was on Autopilot. To explain further, he just walked in through the plato and waltzed right into Eader's house.

The time it took for Eader to realise, the old man was already inside. "You are the kid that took the sword, aren't you a bit small?"

Eader's face was just pure confusion, his mouth hanging down, with his tongue still in.

He was still deciding what's with the sword, but with that comment he completely forgot about it, threw it behind on the side and screamed," OHHH YEAH, WELL LOOK AT YOUR HEIGHT BEING A SMALL, SKINNY, SENILE MAN!!"

His rage shot out, like the sword on to the streets. It had hit something behind him and launched forwards, luckily, nobody heard. But it did do the unimaginable circumstances of the sword cutting a bit of the old man's beard off.

He used to have a perfect Gandalf's beard, but now, it was half perfect. The sword then smacked right onto the door, pushing it back, giving an echo which rang in the house. The old man erupted with annoyance in his voice, more than rage.

"YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, I AM WORTH MORE THAN YOU STUPID IDIOTIC SCUMBAG WHO CANT EVEN GROW TALLER THAN ME, AND I AM ONLY SEVENTY YEARS OK, THANK YOU!!!"

"YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!"

"YOU CALLED ME SENILE, WHO THE **** SAY THAT!!!"

This loud and ear killing conversation went on for a while. When they finally calmed down, both of them were almost at their death beds, heavily breathing.

The old man looked around. It was a fair place to live. Everything looked very clean as if they had guests every two days. There was a living room and a kitchen joint together with carpet covering the living room and white beautiful tiles covering the kitchen.

The upstairs looked to be one room (from the outside) so it was a very small hut.

"Where's the sword?" he asked, sighing from the argument they had earlier..

Eadar replies jitterily, "I don't have a sword. I-I mean, I do have one, but why bring it out."

He looked dumbfounded at the kid and pointed at his beard, "bring it out."

"Um, why?" Eadar asked. "You insulted me!" He screamed it out, but the old man replied calmly. "Listen, I am old, and I don't mean your one, I mean that wooden one you picked up off the ground. Also you almost killed me with that sword anyways."

Eader reluctantly got up and went to the door and spoke in a sour tone," why didn't you pick it up?" He pointed at himself and he sighed, biting his tongue. "Do you want some tea?" He tried to look engaged but he was too much in thought- drinking tea would calm him down.

The old man smiled but it was so small his beard covered it.

This kid is easy to make out.

"Yes please," he responded. That calmed him a bit since he could concentrate on something to do," we have green tea, brown tea or raspberry tea."

They had multiple teas because they each have a way of helping him calm down, green tea helped him calm down when under stress; brown tea helps him concentrate; raspberry tea gives him energy- his mum finds this explicitly funny, so she tries it herself.

"Green tea, please," he responded, unsurprisingly.

Eader poured bottled water into the red-stained kettle and turned it on. It began to whistle. Next, he got two cups out, one blue and one white cup. Eader was thinking frantically how to keep this sword, it was durable and hopefully could take other people's weapons.

This was important as he had a fake one but it broke when he had fought with somebody about it. It really grinded on him as because of this, she now hates the man's guts (or kid). He remembers it vividly, but supposedly she is meant to leave the school and go to a posh school.

'What was it called again?'

He shrugged his shoulders as he couldn't care less. He brought the tea to him cautiously, but before he gave it to him, he said "don't worry its not poisoned." Gramps looked at him confused, "why would it be? It's not like you tried to even put any in there." He grunted quietly and became flustered.

"Haha, you can keep it, that wooden sword, " he chuckled, holding it in his hand. "I imbued it with magic so only a person talented can pick it up, or stronger magic than me. I think it would be perfect as you are somebody special, even if you don't know it yourself.

It will also test you out, so it will lose its durability once gone or not in your trust." That got Eader goose bumps, he thought about it and came to a conclusion, but still asked, "yeah," he said, rubbing his head. "I guess I must be, never thought about it," the man smiled as he sipped his tea.

'Mmhhhh, this is good.'

"But…" The man looked at him, "hypothetically, if somebody with no sword picked it up, would they be able to?" The man looked at him in confusion, but put the pieces together, "I see the problem you mean, which one?" Eader was now confused, "what do you mean?"

"It's Fine if you don't want to talk about it, Swordancia is really a terrible thing to have."

Eader saw the stars a line and immediately picked the guy he hated and saw the least. "My dad," he reluctantly said,'' he has it, he goes by from time to time, and since I cant put it away like most of other people." He said it, a drop of sweat was falling down his head, the old man saw the pressure on him.

'He really cares about him…'

The opposite was happening.

'I am mentioning him out of my own selfishness, that's why, so it's fine, yep, totally.'

He was really mad about it. "Come by my place, I will tell you where it is, also to answer your question." He stood up, placing the empty cup down, with a small trail of steam leaving it.

"He will probably notice as he used to have a sword, magic is still coursing through your veins, if it was a younger sister, before she got a sword, then yes it would have been fine, as they don't have any magic before touching or summoning their sword."

He kept on blabbing on and on, however, Eader took that as a single sign.

'It wont assess me as I don't have any magic.'

Eader looked ecstatic, which made the old man stop talking," you don't have to tell me, but you said you dad shows up from time to time, you don't have to tell me, but I am curious, what is the relationship with your dad?"

He hid his grin but he saw it still.

'That sly man.'