Zarroc after Farthen Dur Battle

Tired am I...

Tired of misfortune and despair

Through the ages I've tolled, the bane of many's existance.

My house in near ruin from tempests of time, afront, and discord.

My only task: a final sleep, safe passage to the void, given by me from my Wielder.
The eminimity towards me belongs to him, for I am only a tool with only one purpose defined by the Wielder.

Periods of feined peace and friendship, only to be torn away, camouflage that it was, at the last moment. Then I am called for duty, though resist I may, I still regretfully gave them entrance to the void.

Enjoy I might testing my metal to another's, I'd rather it not be for life, but rather in sport, swords and word play then a repast enjoyed by the participants, joking about the sparring match.
But nay, I test and prevail over others in the desperation of  combat.

That was how I've Toiled through the ages, many have come and gone, then my Wielder faced another Wielder, yet without his sword.
Oh how he laughed...and became more overconfident then ever before.

I remember the sword used in place of his, Elvin Steel I belive.
I only bit 2 chunks out of his sword. Then instead of the usual fast stike to end the battle, I fell to the ground, the Wielder with the elvin sword sheathed me, then wrapped me in cloth and for countless years kept me hidden, till I sensed a new Wielder, then using magic, he healed my housing.

After what felt like months of being hidden again, I was given to the new Wielder.
He was trained to wield me, soon it was if the age of dormancy was non-existant.

Ahh...It felt good to be used in combat; if only sparring matches around a fire. This countinued for half a year, then under Farthen Dur, I felt the tension of an upcoming battle.

I dreaded this.
Once again giving young people an early passage to the void.

Yet as I began battle, I found myself enjoying it, wether human or urgal, I couldn't tell, I felt so joyous that my Wielder might've  noticed, I wondered why?

After the battle I realized it was because my wielder was using me for the good of all races, that was what I was created for, not for the self-betterment of chosen individuals.

I knew then and there, I would willing serve only Him