'WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU CAN HEAR ME?' I said in my mind, that perhaps I could fix the situation.
Yet the boy didn't respond, he just stood in a corner shaking, with a terrified and perplexed look on his face.
'Perhaps he can only hear me when he wields me?' I thought, not even caring about what the boy was thinking.
It makes some sense I would assume, the most I can confirm in this confusing situation.
But that is a conundrum for another time, right now I have to figure out how to get the boy to wield me once more!
Saying I made a bad first impression would be an understatement because now I am stuck on what to do.
I can't do anything crazy or I risk the boy telling other mortals about me and who knows what will happen to me?
I can't just act like I never said anything because the boy will think he has madness every time I am touched.
So the best thing I can think of right now is to wait.
I do think this is a stupid plan and I can do so much more, yet I would rather not kill an entire city just for one young body. So I shall wait.
Time passes shortly, most likely a few minutes, and the boy continues to stare at me.
Albeit with a more relaxed and confused face.
The boy takes a deep breath and slowly marches forward to me again.
When he arrived before, his face had a hint of curiosity and fear.
Yet what fear was there did not stop him from lightly grasping my grip.
'I believe I have made a rude introdu-' I telepathically tried to speak before I was rudely interrupted by the boy who quickly jerked his hand back with eyes full of shock!
Needless to say, I was INFURIATED!
'I TRIED TO DO IT DIPLOMATICALLY!' I yelled with pure rage inside my mind.
'BUT NO I JUST HAD TO BE STUCK WITH AN IMPUDENT, INCONSEQUENTIAL, FARM BOY WHO COMES FROM THE SCUM OF THE EARTH!'
There was nothing but rage I felt, my entire life depended on a poor idiotic child who was too stupid to understand how a magical item worked.
Now there is a logical answer to this but logic is damned I am infuriated by this entire mess of a situation I care not to even dwell on the topic.
Then I realized that my insults were one, unheard by no one but myself, and two, the dumb child probably has no idea what half those words mean.
Now I was even more infuriated.
'WHY MUST MY LIFE BE LIKE THIS, YOU STUPID, DUMDASS, IDIOTIC SON OF A B-" yet before I got unto other raged fill rant the boy's hand quickly came back to gently wield me again.
So I quickly banished the sentence that I was going to and steeled my mind for hopeful conversation.
When the boy finally wielded me, I started with a long exasperated sigh within my mind.
'May we have a conversation please.' I telepathically said, in a tired and deflated tone.
I do not know why I sighed even though I have no reason to, yet it felt good for some reason.
But I forget the thought and focus my attention on the boy.
Speaking of, he looked to be lost in thought.
His face and most likely his thoughts were filled with bewilderment. What he would be thinking is not possible for me to figure out now.
As my attention was on the boy's hand, to see if he would loosen his grip on me or not.
And like clockwork, his hand slowly started to pull away and his grip weakened.
My thoughts began to panic, then I quickly said,
'Wait wait wait! I promise to not hurt you!' I quickly stated, 'just please have a conversation with me.'
His hand stopped moving, and he looked into my eye.
With his grip slightly tightened, he wielded me up.
When confusion and a tad bit of fright in his face and voice he simply asked me,
"What are you?"
That… is a very complicated question.
There are many answers that don't paint me in the best light, and some answers I don't even know myself.
But after a few seconds of silence, I gave the boy his answer.
'I am a magical enchanted sword, I specialize in ice magic. I would so brag to say as I have complete control of frost and all things freezing-related.'
The boy took this information with true concentration, when he opened his mouth I let out one final word.
'And with my previous wielder dead, I chose you to wield me.'
The boy then looked at me with a shocked look.
His mouth was still agape and his eyes widened to the utmost degree humanly possibly.
I would figure this would be the most appropriate reaction.
Yet this is why I chose this reason exactly.
As of now, this situation has been completely out of my control. Yet that would end with this conversation.
You see, my ingenious plan is to overload his tiny human brain with information, so he would be confused and ask more questions about me.
But before he could delve further I immediately added more information.
This information involved the deaf of my previous 'wielder' and how he sacrificed his life to save the boy.
This would give the boy a sense of guilt to that former meat puppet and would such be duty bound to wield me.
Then I take control of his body, do my many important objectives to discover my past, then figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
And now with my plan in full motion, the boy was about to speak and control shall finally be in my possession again.
"I am sorry Mr. Sword," the boy said sheepishly, "but I can't be your wielder."
'WHAT' I yelled instinctively.