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I stood there my mouth gaping open unable to speak as my friend Johnny ran up to me smiling his face to go pale. Now we knew why are parents had told us to stay clear from the Cave atop the fields. It felt as if an icy hand had reached out and grabbed my throat I couldn’t breath I felt my hands move up towards my neck and try to move the hand but I couldn’t it just got colder and harder to breath. Like my own body trying to stop me from expecting what I saw. A mountain of bony corpses each fighting one another and as the body’s got higher and higher a small pedestal lay atop with about three dusty bony hands reaching for a thin black blade perched at the top. Though the thing that scared me most was that it was the blade that scared me. Its fine black blade shined with a foul black light that consumed my vision as it shined into my face.
I turned and saw Johnny but what he said chilled me to the bone. "It's Mine!" He muttered as he started his descent to the top I tried to call him back but my words seemed to fade as I yelled and yelled. I ran after him but my eyes became heavy and my breath felt drawn as if I was being forced to stop. My legs were stiff as if they were too scared to continue I looked up he was nearly there I couldn’t let him he mustn’t. I slammed my hand into the armour of the dead warrior and began to pull myself up. Grunting I soon started sprinting I felt every part of my body tingling and before I knew it I had launched myself at Johnny. His eyes were pale and he cursed and spat at me angrily grunting and trying to pull away and get closer to the blade
I soon felt my fist slam against his cheek trying to knock sense into him. He looked at me his eyes filled with tears. A brief moment of joy flooded my senses but it was all too little before I realised. He had picked up and old sword and swung it viciously at my head as I leaned back the blades rusty tip sliced my cheek and sent a sharp sting across my face as blood trickled down. I felt horror that this is why there were so many corpses they had all killed each other fighting to get to this cursed sword and now it was making me and my best friend fight. A tear rolled down my cheek but I came to my senses as I saw him ready to swing again. I dodged as I slid back down the bodies. I reached for anything that I could defend myself with I soon found a dirty grey blade and pulled it out just as his sword clashed violently onto mine sending bits of rust and dust sparking on collision. He raised his blade above his head and with a quick thrust I slammed my leg into his chest and sent him hurtling down the pile of body’s. As I tried to recover from the small roll backwards I started to run towards the blade.
I had reached the top the blade seemed to no longer give the once cold fear that shined from its sharp edge but I quickly shook my head I turned and Johnny was dashing up towards me. This time with an almost new blade. I panicked as I searched for a blade before I knew it he was on me and his sword clashed onto mine smashing it to piece's and slicing deep into my arm. I let out a scream as blood spurted out of my shoulder and sent me on my back groaning in pain. As he readied to grab the blade I quickly smacked him in the leg sending him backwards and spinning the blade of its stand. It fell slowly as it bounced near to my leg. I looked up at Johnny his eyes filled with rage he was ready to finish the job I had no choice left I reached with my finger tips for the blade and as he swung the blade above his head I gripped the handle tightly and swung it up to block when everything blurred and suddenly.....
I shook my head with confusion my eyes were blurry when I finally realised what had happened I felt a wave of sorrow fill my arm not pointing out straight I was upright on both feet. The blade now cast through Johnny’s chest his mouth hanging open and eyes filled with confusion. My arm stiff and unfeeling the pain in my shoulder now gone. He tried to mutter the words why but my arm jolted and sent him down the edge into the darkness. I felt my heart sink with fear and hope but it was useless my body was unfeeling and cold I too had been slain for whatever humanity will be left in me.
I had finally realised the purpose of this blade and all too late as its darkness slithered up my arm an instrument of death a soul devourer a tool of misery. All these things had taken me and now through my foolishness the world will be devoured......
- by Sho Fukamachi |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 09/30/2008 |
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- Title: The Blade Of Death....
- Artist: Sho Fukamachi
- Description: A story of how one blade can change the fate of one young boy. as he and his friend make there way into a cave that there parents have warned them to stay away from. they learn that even the best of friends can become enemys at the power of great evil....
- Date: 09/30/2008
- Tags: dhavkas fallen curse death sorrow
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Comments (2 Comments)
- yUkHi - 10/04/2008
- Great story again but this fall under the category fiction (fantasy). You should just move it there...nothing will change.
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- Storm Hunter501 - 10/02/2008
- erm, this is suppose to be a non-fiction section. Wrong place.
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