The Race Against Time

Escaping the Cave

So we made several attempts to escape the cave.
First, we attempted to smash through the rocks, hoping to knock them over.
But the rocks hadn't even moved.
Yet our shoulders were throbbing with pain.
Next, we tried a more... peaceful approach. We tried to take each rock apart one by one.
But the rocks were too tightly packed and heavy.
Extremely upset, I stomped my foot on the ground. But it didn't land. It kept going down. Then I noticed that my foot had made a hole in the ground.
We realized that this may as well have been the only way to escape, so naturally, we made the hole big enough to fit humans.
We crawled in and traveled underground for a while.
After sometime, we made a hole above us and climbed up to the surface.
Before we could do anything, an extremely vibrant blue light shone brightly in our faces.
It was blinding.
This time, I thought against putting my hand in the light. I supposed not all light was an illusion after the whole thing in that hole.
We ran from the direction of the light.
Now we could see that the light was coming from something lodged in stone. We saw that it was none other than the Sword of Atlantis!
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Now, before I continue with the story, you're probably thinking, "Wait a minute, I thought this stuff was supposed to be non-cliché. But a sword in stone is completely cliché."
Well, guess what?
Stop whining!
I mean, seriously, first of all, the place where the sword is located is not a major plot point.
Second of all, it's not like everything was going to be non-cliché. I mean, let's see you come up with a compelling story that doesn't have any elements that are typical in stories. At least I'm doing it with the plot. Not everything has to be about details. This is about the story! It should be entertaining. And if you don't like that, I advise you to stop reading this book right now. Nobody likes a critic, and critics don't like anybody or anything. except for the things that have deep meaning, most of which are sad or non-entertaining, but the whole point of books and movies and all that good stuff is to be entertaining, yet the critics don't like the light-hearted, funny, cool entertaining stories, and why is that, you ask me? Because it's not serious enough! Well, not everything has to be seriously sad and dramatic and boring! So, if you're a critic reading this book, you should stop this instant, because I know from the many reviews I've read that critics hate almost everything, and this will fall under that topic, because the genre is similar to that of stories I like, which critics never seem to like! And if you're reading this for fun but you're a complainer, then stop reading this as well, because you'll be complaining about several things! And if you're not any of those things, well then...
Enjoy the story! Sorry for my rant there. You're probably itching to find out what happens next, so with no further ado, let's return to the story.
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The Sword of Atlantis was glimmering with such vibrancy that I immediately understood why it was so blinding.
But the light began to fade all of a sudden.
That was when I saw a person with his hands on the sword.
He was trying to pull it out!
"Sis, he's trying to take the Sword of Atlantis! We gotta stop him!" I exclaimed.
We rushed toward him. My sister dove into him and wrestled him while I tried to pull the sword out myself. It was no easy task, of course. I struggled to pull it out, but it barely moved. "Come help!" I shouted to my sister. In seconds, she came.
Together we struggled to pull out the sword. We used all our might, and at last, it came out of the stone. "Woo-hoo!" I shouted. "We got it!"
That was when I felt a kick on my body. It was hard.
The Sword of Atlantis flew out of my hands while I myself flew across the cave. I smashed into the side of the cave. The kick mixed with the impact of the landing gave me huge pain. I shouted in irritation. I rubbed my head, which had smashed the cave wall. I felt like I was about to pass out. Somehow, I managed to get up, however.
I took one hard look at the man who had kicked me.
Now it was time to fight back.