I have no idea how I finally finished this drawing. From the moment I picked up my fountain pen, I began making mistake after mistake. I started with the eyes and immediately made a mistake. At that point, I wanted to throw the drawing away, but a little voice inside me that I never listen to told me, "Keep going."
I tried to fix it by inventing something and continued, until I got to the sword and perhaps made the biggest mistake. The little voice inside me insisted, "One mistake more or one less, what does it matter?" and I began correcting it as best I could.
The idea for this drawing came to life from a series of mistakes. I don't know if the result is decent, but I know that for once, I listened to the little voice in my head. π