Vince, the Stone With the Sword

It all started when that knight stabbed me.

Seriously, what the hell?

Did I ever do anything to him?  No!

Did I insult him, or deal him personal injury?  Of course not!

In fact, up to that point, I had not hurt as much as a flea, steal as much as a piece of copper, or said a single word against anyone. 

Granted, I was a rock, but that’s no reason to run up and stick a sword in me!  I mean, I didn’t even understand the concept of pain until that magic blade nearly split me in two!  Why couldn’t he just drop it on the ground?  It wasn’t as if he was going to miss and lose the damn thing!

…

That was Vince’s side of the story anyway.  The bards and scribes that chronicle the adventures, fates and (inevitable) tragic deaths of heroes, painted a more poetic picture.  In their version (which will hereafter be referred to as ‘the truth’), they dramatically describe the ancient Lord Brunswager (Broons-wag-er) the 1st’s battle with the Uberkelwinskisaurus (half dragon, half something that definitely wasn’t a dragon) where the Lord received the fatal blow that would claim his life.
 
The Lord fought bravely, landing blow after blow, all while deftly avoiding the beast’s horns, claws, beak, tentacles, hooves, tail, fangs, tongue and enormous eyelids.

Sadly, despite the telling blow that Lord Brunswager landed on the creature's exposed brain, he didn’t see its left eyelid coming, and it landed a crushing blink that nearly snapped the brave knight in two.

Up to that point, reality and Vince’s version of the story coincide fairly closely, except Vince claims that the Uberkelwinskisaurus was guarding an incredibly attractive and top heavy piece of limestone in distress.

Going back to the actual events, as the monster recoiled back into its cave to slowly die from its wounds, the triumphant Lord Brunswager found he could do little more than raise his mighty magic blade and cry out, in anguish…well, the scholars disagree on what Lord Brunswager’s last words actually were, before he stabbed the sword into the stone.

Most conservative scholars agree that Lord Brunswager said,
“My blood alone shall wield this sword!”

Some recent historians claim he actually said,
“This sword shall lead my people to their salvation!”

And according to Vince, he said,
“Die you stupid rock!”

…

“So in absolutely no time at all, say…five hundred years or so, the magic leaked completely from the sword into my strapping granite body, and suddenly I’m…what’s the word that means 'able to think'.  Thinkable?  I want to say…sextant?  I’m sextant?  Donna, what’s that word?”

Donna was a rather large piece of shale, and of course had nothing to say.  That didn’t stop Vince though, who went on with his tirade,          

“So it is sextant?  Good, I was beginning to worry that I was beginning to lose it.  Anyway, I was completely ready to offer the knight a place to sit, where he could tend his wounds, but noooooooooooooo!  He had to be the big shot!  He had to pick on the defenseless inanimate object!  You agree with me, don’t you Phil?”
         
Phil, a small piece of basalt, had nothing to add to the conversation.  He just kind of sat there, inanimate.  Vince took that as a yes.
         
“Exactly my point!  I mean, the knight 'probably' had a good reason for running me through like that, but what about my needs?  Don’t I have a say, or am I just supposed to lie down and roll over any time a dying hero shows up with an ancient artifact?” 
         
None of the rocks surrounding Vince disagreed with him.

“Exactly!  It’s all you can do to keep people from tugging on this thing…”
         
Vince extended a rocky limb up to the hilt of the magic sword that penetrated his head.  He used his other arm to pull himself up a bit, giving him a better view of his surroundings, in order to make sure that their secret meeting was not being spied upon.  After being completely satisfied that they were alone, Vince opened his mouth and continued,
         
“…or keep thieves from trying to hammer and chisel it out.  I have to say, if it weren’t for all those pencil heads declaring me a national monument, I never would have made it through those first few centuries…I was young back then…young and foolish.”
         
…

In fact, Vince didn’t have any thoughts at all until about five hundred years after receiving the sword. 
         
His first thought was: ouch.

He repeated that thought for a short period of time…a decade or two, until he composed himself and realized that he was indeed a he, that he thought therefore he was, then ouch again, that he somehow understood the language of those around him, that there was a difference between right and wrong, ouch once more, and then he ended with the realization that the large piece of quartz across the field was totally making eyes with him.

All other thoughts that Vince has ever had since then, have been more or less irrelevant.

…
         
“What do you think, Barbara?” 
         
Barbara, the piece of quartz in question, just sat off to the side, coyly.  Vince inched a bit closer to her (as a rule, any rock that Vince found attractive was female),

“Oh come on Barbara, you can talk to me.  You know as well as anyone how unfairly I’ve been treated!  This thinking business has really been getting on my nerves.  The last wizard that came around to look at me actually tried to teach me to read.  I just drew myself up and shouted, ‘I’LL TEACH YOU TO READ!’ 

Yeah, that showed him.  What do you think, Gabrielle?” 
         
Gabrielle, with her dark and smooth features, remained expressionless and distant (about 35 feet away).  Their brief love affair had left her a bit cold towards Vince, at least as far as he was concerned. 

“Fine, be that way!”

Vince sighed, which wasn’t easy for a stone, and made a few small hops towards the center of the gathering.

“Well, it’s been really nice talking to you guys, but I’ve got to head off and see how my friends on the other side of the lake or doing.  Who knows, maybe that descendant of that evil knight will finally come around to claim…”

A young man peered out of a bush, to get a better view of the bizarre scene.  Vince noticed him immediately, and took note of the young man’s great height, strong chin, blue eyes, blond hair and muscular physique.  The young man had what was easily recognizable as all the trappings of a hero that had arrived to claim what was rightfully his.

Vince knew exactly what to do.

He threw Phil at him.

The young man dodged and ran off in a blind panic towards the lake, where he nearly tripped over Hubert and struck his head upon Shelly.  Vince hopped over to retrieve Phil, and then carefully placed him alongside his other friends.  Vince ,the rock, then gave him a thumbs up and announced,

“Me and my buddy Phil, are a mean team.”

Vince then happily hopped away towards the lake, leaving his friends behind (but not before stopping to give Barbara a small kiss upon her cleavage).  Perhaps he’d go for a swim, and say hello to all his friends at the lake bottom. 

In this way, Vince passed the days, and didn’t seem the slightest bit disturbed that the other rocks didn’t share his intelligence…

Actually, to speak the truth, the rock the Uberkelwinskisaurus died upon received some of the beast’s magical aura, bestowing upon it a measure of intelligence and sentience. 

It wasn’t enough to allow him to move, but it was enough to allow him to realize that he probably has it better than most other rocks, and that Vince was a complete lunatic. 

Vince calls him Patsy.