Ozymandias inspired creative writing.
The lone and level sands stretched far away. The cloaked figure struggled to walk through the dunes. His ripped boots were coated in sand from the long tiresome trek through the Egyptian desert. On his back were three large water bottles and a cow skin sack that was filled to the brim with tools and food. As he passed over a rather large dune he noticed a small silver object glinting in the desert sun. Fendal pulled out a small rock, to a passer by would have just seemed to be a small rock, and inserted into a small hole in the rock. For a few seconds all was silent. Fendal scratched his head in confusion. Just as Fendal bent down to see if he had inserted it right a low level rumbling started up and slowly the rumbling became an Earthquake. Fendal stepped back in awe as a giant golden spire rose from between the sands. On top was a ghostly figure with a golden crown.
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Fendal dropped his hood, and for the first time, spoke.
‘Your majesty, I Fendal, have travelled from the northern isles in aid of your most magnificent power and gold. You see, we on the northern isles are a weak people with no military or ways of defence. I come to you with the only thing our people posses anywhere near as valuable as yourself.’
Fendal pulled of his sac and fumbled around for a while. He pulled out a glistening stone, encrusted with emeralds and diamonds. At the center was a glistening light that stunned Ozymandias.
‘And what does one call this magnificent stone?’ Ozymandias inquired.
‘This is the MaidenStone that are people have defended for eons. It is the only thing we posses with any real value. I offer this gift to you im exchange for an army of your ancient soldiers to defend our lands.’
Ozymandias looked stunned by the mysterious stone. For a second he gazed into the stones power and his ghoulish eyes glinted. He wanted this stone and he would do anything to get it. He nodded.
‘I will take your stone in exchange for my first legion. They are well trained and will swear oath to your king. Now if you would…’
Ozymandias pointed to the stone. Fendal looked up at the great king, with reluctance he threw the stone up in the air. For a second it floated and then it shot through the Egyptian desert air into Ozymandias’ hands.