[just an experimenting with 1st person. Might upload another ones]

I quickly pulled the old blade from under the moss which envelopped the skeletal body.
It's been so long, yet, outside of a few broken points, the sword was in a perfect condition. The beautiful golden hilt shined in the morning light. It was quite a surprises no one took it, but who would bother scavanging an old ruin like this anyway.
I strapped the blade to my backpack, since the dead guard wielding the sword wasn't gonna need it anyway.
I still remember as a young boy, playing around the guards of this place trying to get a reaction out of them. Ah, the good old times. Now, this place is just a ruin.
The nature already toko the place as it's own. Most of...