The Sword of Eagles Wrath

The Tesushic Knight

It felt like John had been starring at the knife for hours. Lodged in the dragon on his neck. The dragon laid perfectly still on the ground.
"John!" Terrence yelled. He snapped back. He quickly realized that he was on fire. He put it out and quickly stepped off the dragon. There was a knock at the door and Mr. Jakeryn came through.
"Well it seems you killed Gertrude. Well done!" He stated, but was followed by Max.
"What the heck mr. Teacher." Max yelled. "You locked us out of the house, and then when we get inside, you release your pet dragon, in public!!!"
"You did show up here where you've been warned that there is  a dangerous event." Jakeryn replied calmly.
"Yeah, And I got hurt!" He Yelled. Jakeryn looked at him. "Fine... I guess I was just... surprised." Mr. Jakeryn didn't respond this time but began to speak,"The next task will be to fight as the mighty Lugim Sarius, the brave warrior of Sivyln. It will be dangerous so I advise that you think it over. It will take place on David Hill on 8th Line. Do not bring your artifacts."
John went home in excitement. He knew his aunt wouldn't be pleased but nothing could bring him down. He was too happy.
He was almost home when he remembered he still had the knife. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it. It now read,
The Tesushic Knife, of Lance Ni-Jakeryn, the truth giver
He was amazed. He slipped home in the night and crawl into his room.
The next morning, John woke up and got ready for school. He brought his knife for good luck, in case of a test he hadn't heard about. He fed the chickens and started walking. On the way he saw Mr. Jakeryn on the other side of the road. He said hello but he didn't hear. John had a weird feeling in his stomach. Something wasn't right. He looked around and thought about the trials. He then realized that no date had been given. He panicked. What was going on!?! He kept walking. He passed the food stand, the coffee shop, the gas station, and then he passed 8th line. He panicked and bolted towards it. He ran to David Hill, and ran to the top and waited.
After 1 hour of waiting he wondered if he was even supposed to be here. Should he stay here forever. He felt a jolt in his pocket. It was the knife. He picked it up and examined it. It was glowing purple and read,
The Tesushic knife, of Lance Ni-Jakeryn, slayer of evil
He remembered that he wasn't aloud his artifact,
"But this isn't my artifact." He thought aloud. He held the knife up to the sun. It's blade started to twitch toward the North. He turned and saw Mrs. Hawks.
"What do you think your doing out of class!" She said. John didn't know what he was doing. It was like the knife had a mind of its own. He slashed Mrs. Hawks in the face and ran passed a bush into the forest and ran further and further. He ran until he was too tired. He fell to the ground. All he had was a knife and the clothes on his back. He was in the middle of nowhere. He was a criminal who was hoping that an old man who told story's was telling him the truth. He looked around. He was in a dense forest. He heard movement in the bushes. He pulled out the knife and held it up. It revealed it self as a short goblin. He ran at it and stabbed it. It fell and the forest went silent. He walked through a path way and saw many other goblins growling at him. At once they all charged. He cut off one after another but they kept coming. He continued for what felt like forever. He backed up and tripped on a something. He opened his eyes and saw a huge goblin. He was terrified. He ran from it. He was scared and didn't have anywhere to go, so he ran through a path way. He stumbled upon a pond and turn a round. He started mowing down the goblins. A giant goblin, John assumed was the King of these goblins walk up and swiped at him with his club. He looked over on the other side of the pond. There was a sword. He grabbed it and slashed the goblin. It fell to the ground, bleeding. He stabbed it one last time and it died. He limped away in agony. He saw a man walking through the forest. He ducked down.
"John! John!" Mr. Jakeryn Yelled. This was the one person we wanted to see. He ran towards him.
"I'm sorry. I can't continue the trials I murdered an innocent." John whimpered. Jakeryn looked shocked.
"You found it." He said in aw.
"What?" John asked. Then he looked down at the sword. The handle read,
The Sword of Eagles Wrath