Dreams Come True

The Sword

The room was barely lit, with dim bulbs hanging from thin wires a few feet above my head. All around me were wooden crates of varying sizes, nailed shut. To combat the poor lighting, I pulled out my phone and turned the flashlight on. The beam was already more helpful than I ever needed. I walked carefully on the smudged purple carpet.

"Can you give me directions?" I called out, "Hard to save you if I don't know where you are."

"Yes, uh..." The voice stumbled, "Oh dear. I don't how too."

"What do you mean 'don't know how too'?" I accused angrily.

"I apologize, sir", the voice spat back, "But being stuck in the same place for a long time with no ability to move tends to make it difficult to give directions!!!"

I groaned. "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't want the others coming in and hiding you because I'm the only one that can hear you."

"Wait, only you can hear me?" The voice asked in disbelief, "That explains why no one ever came to help me."

I quietly mumbled a 'Yeah', and then continued along my way. Occasionally I'd come across a crate that was opened, so I'd take a peek inside. Usually, however, the contents inside were just dining table stuff or cleaning supplies. I shook my head and pressed on, the voice occasionally giving off what seemed to be witty banter.

Only thing was, he was obviously wasn't very sure what he was saying.

"Honestly, I've been here for so long, I don't know any recent slang", he admitted, "So if I say anything dumb, it's just because I'm out of touch."

"Hey, don't worry about it", I reassured, "I don't get a lot of it either."

"I'm grateful for that", the voice said. After that little chat, we had more tiny conversations as I looked around for him. But after a while, I was becoming frustrated.

"Okay, can you help me a tiny bit?" I asked angrily, "Because I'd like to find you today, please."

"Right, right", he scrambled to think of something, "Here, listen carefully. I'm going to try and make a sound."

I stopped moving, listening as carefully as I could. Only the sound of the ventilation could be heard, until I heard it; a subtle thump. I snapped in the direction of the noise and began to run towards it, cutting corners and hopping over smaller boxes. The winding maze of crates made things a bit confusing because everything looked the same. But I steeled myself and pushed onward.

"I can hear you getting closer!" The voice called, no longer echoing around me. I stayed determined and picked up the pace, cutting another corner. The noise was so loud, so I turned another corner, and stopped dead in my tracks. In front of me was within a dead end was a large grey rock. Stabbed through the top of the rock was a sword, blade down. It was black on one side and white on the other, just like the guards' armour. The grip on the handle was striped black and white like a candy cane, while capping off with two small cylinders. The hilt was designed like a bird wing on the white side and a bat wing on the black side. Most intriguing of all was a half white, half black jewel in the middle of the hilt. I cocked an eyebrow in confusion, only to jump when the rock shifted slightly.

"What the heck", I said out loud, looking down at the base of the stone, "Are you trapped under the rock?"

"Of course not!" The voice spat back, "I'm in the rock."

I snapped my head up, staring at the sword. The wings flapped slightly and it moved. "You're the sword!?" I shouted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the sword asked, "Never seen a talking weapon before?"