The Race Against Time

Hitting the Road.... Literally

When I woke up, I was laying down in a sleeping bag. We had fallen asleep on logs after we had eaten. I figured this hospitality was pretty neat.
That was when I got a good look at the interior of the tent. Imagine a four star hotel room that's the size of a hut. That's how awesome this tent had to be. It was quite spacious for a tent. It had a kitchen, a bathroom, the essential stuff.
But then I remembered about Mr. Ominous. He wasn't here. He had probably woken up early. But then I noticed the Sword of Atlantis wasn't here either.
"Oh, no," I muttered.
I ran out of the tent and searched wildly for him. Then I saw him putting a liquid on the sword. I ran to him and asked what he was doing.
"Well, I noticed the sword is cracked. I have something that will fix the cracks on it, but I knew you wouldn't willingly give it to me. I was going to fix the cracks and put it back where it was. I didn't expect you to wake up this early. You fell asleep late."
"Eh, it's a thing I have," I said casually. "No matter what, I can always wake up early."
"Actually, I just finished now, so here," Mr. Ominous said, giving the sword to me. It no longer had any cracks, but the top was still chipped off and looked like your ordinary sword, no magic or whatever.
Mr. Ominous seemed to read my expression because he said, "It only fixed the cracks. The tip isn't gonna be fixed until we get to the place where we can really fix it. Same goes for the magic."
"Oh, uh, thanks," I said. I was puzzled. Why was he helping us so much? What good would it do for him? Oh, well. He was probably still trying to warm up to us. I'd seen enough movies to know that bad guys doing nice things to the heroes usually tricked them into believing he was good.
But I wasn't as stupid as those film characters could be. I still didn't trust him one bit. I thanked him once again and I ran all the way back to the tent with the sword.
My sister was awake. "What happened?" Then she noticed the relatively better state of the sword. "Did... did he...?"
"Yep, he fixed the cracks, but he couldn't fix the rest," I said. Then my voice turned to a whisper. "I still don't trust him, though. He's probably trying to trick us into thinking he's a good guy. The 'business' thing pretty much got me. I bet you he's evil."
"Same here. My thoughts about him haven't changed one bit, even though he gave us tons of noodles, gave us proper hospitality, and fixed the sword partly. We have to watch out for anything bad he could possibly do."
"Agreed."
After a few minutes, Mr. Ominous returned. "Well, you guys better exit the tent. I need to pack everything up."
"Sure thing," I said. We walked out of the tent.
After several more minutes, he had everything packed up into his giant duffel bag. "Well, then, let's get on the road!"
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We journeyed for a while, following Mr. Ominous. I carried the sword protectively in my hands as we trudged along. I wasn't gonna risk anything bad happening to it.
Mr. Ominous would occasionally turn around to make sure we were right behind him. I didn't know why.
My sister would constantly check the time on her phone. Unfortunately, it only gave American time, but it had been 5 hours in America since we had gotten here. We had already spent a whole day here by now!
My sister tried to change time zones, but unfortunately, there was no time zone for Strange Alternate Dimension That a Sword Transported Us To.
Luckily, Mr. Ominous soon said, "We're almost there!"
That was when several dragons appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought they were mythical! Oh, well, I guess this was an alternate dimension. Come to think of it, how had a well-prepared human gotten into this place? I assumed he had gotten here on purpose.
The dragons breathed fire. I jumped away from the spot where fire hit a millisecond later. I brandished the sword in air, but that was when I remembered there was no magic in the sword. I groaned and realized I had to resort to simple sword combat. Unfortunately, even the tip was chipped off. I pathetically attempted to stab the dragons, but to no avail. They could breathe fire at a millisecond's notice. Then something came flying at the dragons. It looked like a bottle. The cork screwed off and some liquid sprayed all over the dragons. They now looked to be in a daze.
"Hurry up! Get them!" Mr. Ominous said.
"What?" I asked.
"Yes, I threw that, it'll stun them momentarily. You have to strike now!"
I was about to stab the dragons, but something held me back. I didn't want to hurt the dragons. In stories, dragons were rogue, crazy creatures, but this time, it seemed otherwise. I realized that they were more scared of us than we were of them. So I did nothing.
"What are you doing?" came a distant cry.
But I didn't listen.
I waited.
The dragons were eventually no longer stunned.
I still didn't do anything. I just looked at the dragons. Now they looked so cute. I didn't want to harm them at all.
They were about to fly away when another bottle came flying at them. I was alarmed. I couldn't let anything happen to the poor guys.
At the last second, I jumped in front of the dragons. The bottle smashed me in the arm, breaking into several pieces.
Liquid spewed all over me.
My last sight was the dragons flying away in peace, and then I fell to the ground, unconscious.