As night drew close, I saw a knight in shining armor. Kitted in shining armor of gold and silver. A shield of gold upon his back, as he drew close he pulled a sword  unlike any I had seen. A sword I thought was a myth, for my grand dad, told stories of this blade. It cut through the marrows of anyone it came in contact with. 

This knight represented a kingdom, a kingdom my grand dad told me he belongs to. With it's monarch seated in the heavens. The knight now beside me asked why I stared at him. He saw noble blood in me, the blood that belonged to members of the kingdom. In my rags, he asked if I had my sword. With heads bowed I whispered no. He looked at me, and said young man. Have you heard about the mighty man of valour of old. I said yes, so he said take one of the swords he makes. That was when I was given a little double edge dagger with the inscription Gideons on it.  My assignment was to learn to wield this weapon. As he taped my shoulders, he told me to practice and use the weapon for I belonged to the assembly of the kingdom he represented. All who must survive the enemy must use this sword. I thanked him and bid him farewell.