The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword

[dragonyphoenix]

Written for a prompt: Omniscience is relative.

 

The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword

 

As Krum the Warrior turned towards the giant Vratha beast...

“Krum?”

“Umm, what?”

“That's my name? Krum? What kind of a name is Krum?”

“Well, you're a barbarian so you're name needs to be something short, guttural, and...”

“I want a new name.”

“A new... Look buddy. I hold the pen. You hold the sword. Guess which is mightier.”

“I'm not fighting until I get a better name.”

“Oh yes you are.” He raised his arm... He raised his arm...

HE RAISED HIS ARM...

Sigh. “Fine. What name do you like?”

“Morgan Steele.”

“Morgan Steele? What kind of a name is that for a barbarian warrior?”

“About the whole barbarian shtick. Have you seen this place? One hovel and a bunch of mud. You don't use your imagination much, do you?”

“Hey! I just hadn't gotten around to working out the details yet. Besides, I like the hovel. It's quaint.”

“Quaint? It stinks. I want to live in... New York City.”

As the sounds of traffic start fading in, a young man skates up to a metal cart; halting, he flips his skateboard up into his hand while saying, “Rye me. Cream cheese.”

A multitude of suits pass by, dodging each other in their rush to get to work. Atop the steps, before the Border's, a security guard overlooks the scene.

“Hey, get back to the hovel...”

The barbarian eyes a woman, dressed in a short skirted suit, as she walks past. His head turns, checking out her ass as she continues on her way.

“Yo, Morgan.”

“Mr. Steele.”

“Oh no you didn't.”

“I did,” he replied, gazing up at the buildings. “Top floor. Corner office.”

“Look. You're a barbarian. You don't fit in here. People are going to notice.” The suits refuse to look up from the mad dashes for work. The bagel vendor could care less; either the guy will buy a bagel or he won't. Finally, a little boy, being dragged along by his mother, spots the barbarian. He giggles. He and his friends will be playing barbarian hero for the rest of the week.

“A CEO.”

“A what?”

“That would be a good life. I'll be a CEO, a Wall Street tycoon.”

“Just you wait a min...”

Morgan Steele, Wall Street's rising star, adjusts his glasses as he confidently strides off, his mind already turning to business conquests.

Comments

[parcae-lj.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thank you! It was a lot of fun to write. I especially like the "you don't use your imagination much, do you?" line, being the writer and all.