The Race Against Time

Rushing to Town

Was I dead? No, of course not. If I was, the story would end here, and it wouldn't even end on a good note.
But I was most certainly unconscious, and my sister and the man were no different.
The next thing I saw was almost complete darkness.
But this time it wasn't a vision.
I was actually awake.
And in my hand lay none other than the Sword of Atlantis. I was puzzled.
How had the sword gotten into my hands? The last thing I remembered was me throwing the sword poorly and then its spinning in air, and then an explosion.
The only conclusion I could come to for the explosion was that the sword had caused it. But why was it in my hands?
Had it coincidentally fallen into my hands? It was most likely.
But I had a sudden doubt. I felt the power of the sword in my hand and I started to feel like the sword was meant to fall in me and my sister's hands in the first place. My sister then got up and crawled over to me. We looked at each other and knew what we had to do.
We ran over to the man. He was most definitely breathing, but just as well, he was unconscious. "Let's wing it," I said. But even I was unsure about where to go. Suddenly the sword started to glow again. It blasted something that gradually became bigger. It looked like another portal. Before we could react, we were sucked through it.
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The portal spit us out within a few seconds. We landed with a thud on the ground. "Oof!" we exclaimed. We appeared to be in a black area. "The hole," we said simultaneously.
But how had we gotten back? Where had the portal come from? Then I recalled that the sword had blasted the beam that had opened the portal. Maybe it was connected to the prophecy, which had probably opened the first portal earlier.
I knew we had to get out, but how? We seemed to be in a different part of the hole than we were last in. We didn't even know how big the hole was. We could be anywhere in the hole. We had no idea where we were. "We're lost," I said.
"Well, we have to get out," my sister said. "But how? It's pitch black in here."
That was when a blue light illuminated. It was none other than the Sword of Atlantis.
"That's it! We can use the sword's light to guide us through the hole!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, but we still don't know where we are," my sister said.
"Well, it's a start," I pointed out. "This is all we got. And something is better than nothing."
"I suppose you're right."
"Alright, then. Let's go."
So we spent some time guiding our way through the hole.
Eventually, the light began to dim. This was because it was being outshone by another light.
"We made it!" I exclaimed. We climbed back into my sister's walk-in closet (which, by the way, I see no point in. A closet is for storing things. You take said things out of the closet and use them. Seriously, the only thing about walk-in closets that make them an improvement from regular closets is that you can fit more stuff in a walk-in closet. Otherwise, it's pretty much useless.).
We opened the door and peered out the window. It looked terrible. The sky was red, people were running around everywhere, etc. But we were prepared. We started to go downstairs. Then our parents saw us.
I quickly used my reflexes to hide the sword behind my back.
"Why did you come down? It was smart to hide upstairs," my mom said.
"Go hide upstairs in the walk-in closet in the master bathroom," my dad quickly said. "You don't want to get hurt from the meteor. Take some blankets and pillows to cover yourself as well."
I was puzzled. We had been gone for, like, 2 hours, yet it had been 4 hours since we had left here.
Again, that is not normal. Usually, when people in fantasy stories go to mysterious new worlds, no time has passed in their world. This time, time has passed even faster.
Anyway, I said, "Okay," and we scurried back upstairs. It was a good thing they didn't know about the sword. If they had known that we had planned to save the world, they would be afraid for our lives. They wouldn't have let us go no matter what and they probably would have been making sure we didn't go vigorously.
But it didn't matter anyhow. How would we get out of the house if we had to hide upstairs?
My sister was thinking the same thing when she lightened up. "Come on," she said, grabbing me and dragging me to her room.
"What? Where are we going?" I asked.
"The only way out is through the window," she said, opening up her window. "We can climb out."
"We're upstairs. We'll fall all the way down!" I protested.
"Do you have a better idea?"
"Well, no, I guess not," I acknowledged. "Let's do this." We climbed through her window and we jumped. We then sprawled onto the ground with a thud.
I was aching again. But we had no time to whine like babies. We had to go. "Come on," I said, and we raced to town.