There was once a warrior in the dessert of Arabia
He found a well in the middle of the dessert confused but also very thirsty he drink from the well he then heard a voice in his head say you have one wish the man confused thought for a minute thinking it was only heat stroke
So he drank more and more he then realized the voice in his head isn’t the heat
So he played along saying أتمنى لسكين لن يضر سوى الأعداءthe well asked of he was sure of this the man said نعم فعلا and the well said I will grant this wish in one week and on the last rise of the full moon give one drop of blood the man wondered if his wish would actually become reality so he waited until the last rise of the full moon he cut is left forearm lightly with a dagger and waited 1 minute then he decided it was not real so he wondered back to the desserts disenchanted from the ordeal he set off for the next day in search of a black smith as his last blade had his own blood and he had a saying about that and it went la tastakhdimi ‘abadaan shifratan mae dimak ‘aw ‘anak satulean so he disposed of it in the sand to be banished for 1000 years and 7 days he set off to the black smith for 3 days he walked and climbed very tall hills of sand and very hot rocks finally after looking at the map h found the village but sadly it was covered in sand in shock the man grunted and walked into the village any way the only thing standing was a small church witch he noticed had blades for protecting the church from animals and any thing else he went inside and saw a very large janbiya he looked at it in disregard as it had a blade as black as the night sky and a Handel made of pearl he held it in his hands and heard a voice that said your wish is granted لا تنظر حصان هدية في الفم the man said after the well told him of his granted wish
He took the blade and ran his fingers Across the sharp blade his fingers did not bleed no matter how hard he tried he took it and latex it blade first down on the Church floor cutting a massive hole in the ground in amazement he picked it up knowing his wish had actually been granted
He set off back to his commanders post where he showed all of the generals and soldiers his find he jabbed the blade in his chest but nothing happened he then went over to a prisoner he had caotured before that had stolen from him and sliced is head Clean off it was so fast that the friction of the blade sizzled in the blood all of the post were amazed at this some said it was magic others said he was practicing Wiccan but he wasn’t three days later they all set off to war with a city that had crossed them greatly promising gold for silver but didn’t come thru they raided every home but no one was found they searched long and hard finding no one they set off back to the outpost that night while he slept he heard something sneaking in it was a soldier that accused him of being a witch or something he rolled out of his make shift bed and grabbed his blade and struck the man in the tent but it was no use he then heard a voice say you wished for a blade that would only harm your enemies this is not foe the voice laughed maniacally the man then stabbed the warrior straight in the chest saying this is what a witch deserves....
A story or something by Levi Cloninger