Gareth was walking in the quarry, it was after another hard school day.
He had been bullied and had gone to the quarry for refuge.
He didnt know this place well but he knew no-one would look for him there.

As he was walking he spotted a glint of something shiny in the ground out the corner of his eye.
He turned and looked, it was a sword.
Gareth loved swords and noticed something different on this one.
It had an unusual embellishment, an inscription, it was a different language. Gareth picked it up to take a better look at it....