Hours passed after the alley brawl, I was still in a state of rest. I could have awoken at any time, yet the peacefulness and tranquility of being in my own mind was quite soothing!
I had time to reflect on what I have learned from this new world I have awoken to, the people, the language, and the culture, it was all different.
Now with the time to think, it always felt different.
Even before my entombment, the many hands that have wielded me come from many places, and many are so far different from each other.
It is hard to remember what culture is which or whose face was part of a people that I have met, yet most of those are not of my original culture.
It feels…. I feel like a stranger every time I remember being held. There was no love for my original birthplace, and when I tried to remember my original people, the only thing I can remember is the blacksmith who forged me.
I feel as though remembering my past before my imprisonment, shows how truly alone I have been this entire time.
I think I have enough of the action of sleep, it makes… it makes me feel… different.
So I then awaken, to see where this boy I have saved has taken me.
When my consciousness and sight returned to me, my surroundings were, to put it nicely, different.
I was in a very small room placed on an elevated object, my guess to be some sort of cupboard. The main material that I see is wood, not old and decrepit wood but certainly not new. The only thing seemingly not made of wood was a rickety used bed, a pillow, a very thin blanket, and an unlit candle as it appeared to be daytime.
As of now, the only person here is me.
'Great,' I thought to myself, 'alone with my thoughts, what fun I'll have.' I thought in the most deadpan tone.
Yet by some miracle, I heard the creak of a wooden door open and the boy coming into his room, quickly closing the door behind him.
He looked much better than when I first saw him, his wounds were either starting to heal or covered with a mix of bandaging and cloth wrappings.
He sat down on his bed, looking down with stress. He then lifted his fist and started to lightly bite his knuckles.
This could have been from a mix of the pain he was going through, or trying to think of what to do with me.
This worried me, as I was not willing to be sold like a cheap slave by this boy! Nor will I accept another puppet than this boy.
I rightfully saved this boy's life so now his pitiful existence is anchored to mine, rather he knows or accepts this doesn't matter.
Yet even though I believe in what I said, I must not make a rash decision based on anger and pride alone. No, what I need to do is for the boy to wield and force his willpower through me, then in an instance, I shall control him like a puppet and be on my merry way.
And the quickest way to get a mortal's attention is by playing with their greed.
So I then waited and observed the boy, he would look at me then he would look at the ground in contemplation.
When one moment he was looking to the ground I added ice to the tip of my blade, ever so slowly extending myself.
Bit by bit while the boy would look away from me I would slowly and stealthily extend myself.
Now for what purpose? One may ask.
Well, the scabbard partially blocked my perfect eye, so my ingenious plan is to show the full glory of my perfect jeweled like eye to the boy. Then when he comes to look and hopefully hold me, my new puppet shall already be in my control!
And once my boasting of my perfection was done my eye finally escaped the dark comfort of the scabbard. And my eye was now shown in its full majesty!
My eye had dark blue silt in the middle, surrounded by a lighter tone blue surrounded it to form the perfect eye shape.
My eye is made of the most perfectly formed ice, which could be comparable to the beauty and strength of diamonds.
And the afternoon sun perfectly hit me, it cast upon my eye a great gleam and glisten! Showing my perfect and commanding eye to all who have the luxury to gaze up on it!
So with my eye shown and being the most luxurious item in the boy's room, the room quickly stopped his contemplation on whatever was far off place he was thinking. I was now his main focus of attention.
His eyes filled with bewilderment and amazement upon seeing my ever-so-perfect eye.
The boy then slowly started to approach me, a hint of fascination was slowly replacing the former emotion on his face.
When he arrived before me, he must have instinctively started to raise his hand to pull me out of my scabbard, yet he stopped in the middle of this action.
His face now showed stress and sadness, after a few seconds of no further action taking place the boy overcame this brief melancholy and his resolve stood firm.
My best bet for this spat of sadness was he probably remembered the former adventurer who saved his lost but lost his own. If only he knew he was just a pawn he wouldn't need to care about such life lost. Yet I can deal with that once I am in control.
The boy had lightly taken hold of my grip, and pulled me out showing my full awesome glory!
Now was the time to strike!
Once the boy would try to make me his sword I shall trap him and take control of the body!
Yet, nothing happened.
No hostile force or will has tried or is trying to force my consciousness away.
Why is nothing happening? Did he not see my fight against the banditry that threatened his life? Is he afraid of the power he could wield?
Then a horrid thought struck my mind.
Surely the boy must know to activate a magical item such as I that one must use their willpower to claim the item.
Yet the boy just looks starstruck, oh whom am I to lie, dumbfounded at me.
All my plans for my future, the gambles I have taken in my free life, the short and great moments of being freed and bowing down to no master.
ALL RUINED BY A IDIOTIC FARMBOY!
'JUST USE YOUR WILL YOU MORONIC MORTAL!' I said in anger through my mind.
Then the expression on the boy's face immediately changed to shock.
He immediately dropped me on the ground and ran to the other side of the room.
Apparently, I am not so alone in my mind.