The Sword of Eagles Wrath

The Dungeon

A storm poured down as they both sat in the back of the carriage, dead quiet. Since they had given in to them they hadn't been harmed. Next to them was Sir Keller and a knight called Julien. John held his nearly empty backpack close. They had emptied almost every thing but a small horse toy. It was the only object given to him by humans that gave him joy. At four years old, John's cousin had been given it for his birthday, but he hadn't wanted it. His aunt had given it to John after the boy had thrown it at her.
Other then that he had only a small file of water, and his pendant  around his neck. The carriage started bumping over large stones and pavement. It rocked the carriage side to side. John listen to the pitter-patter of the horses hooves fall quite. It had felt like over an hour he'd been sitting in the carriage. John had even dozed off to be awoken by thunder and rain.
"You humans aren't aloud around here you know." Keller told them in a nagging voice. Jakeryn gritted his teeth. It was clear he was not a fan of that law. "This land is reserved for the Elves and their kings." Jakereyn leaned in close to John. "If you haven't already picked up on it, elves are territorial creatures and are not to be challenged out of land." He whispered.
"Why?" John whispered back.
"As I told you in class, they believe that they were chosen by god. If your wondering why these elves in particular, it because, well that's there job." Jakeryn explained. "It has to do with old events and religious beliefs."
"Whatcha' whisperin' about?" Keller asked. They both gave him a mean look.
"John, no matter what they do with me, once their done with you, find away to get the sword and got straight to Kamalon." Jakeryn pulled out a map of the realm. "And never doubts your gut." John folded it out and began to read it aloud to Jakeryn. It had different marked locations on it, including where they'd gone so far, where their path was, and the castle at the end, in the west John presumed was Kamalon. Written next it in rushed crude writing that read "The Risen"
"Mr. Jakeryn, why is it this marked th..." John was cutoff as Sir Keller stood up and got out of the carriage. Julien stood up as well, getting out a sword. John listened to Keller talk with the men outside, arguing. John assumed they had arrived at a prison. Jakeryn had told him stories about famous criminals being sent off to great prisons. John tried to recall anything from those afternoons in class listening to the stories. He still could believe every second of it was training, and it was all real. Julien turned his head towards a guard outside.
"Get up." He bellowed in a deep voice. They stood up and stepped out. Jakeryn was immediately pulled aside and chained up, while five guards, along with a few others stayed with John. The men talked and a man stepped through the group and walked towards John. He had short hair that was blood red and messy, and his eyes were bright yellow. He stared into Johns eyes as rain poured down. He inspected John as if he was judging. He felt as if the man was looking into his mind. He grabbed Johns face and stared at him.
"Why do you come here boy?" He asked. "And where from?" John bowed his head unable to speak.
"Not chatty are you?" He said letting go of his face. He spoke to his men in some foreign tongue. He looked up at the sky. John looked as well. There was no moon and it was almost purple. It was shrouded in fog and mist. One of the guards brought back Jakeryn's bag. The man looked at it. He reached in looking at the knife, examining it carefully. He turned the rest of them away holding on to the knife.
"That's not yours!" John blurted out. A small spark flew of the mans head. He turned to look at John once more. The knife flew through the are to Johns neck. It slid down. John remembered he was wearing the pendant but before he knew it, the knife cut the string on the it. The knife caught it and brought it to the man on the knife.
"Isn't it?" The man asked. He smiled at John and his eyes shined. It dawned on John.
"Your V-Vladren. Jakeryns brother." John quivered. He nodded. He turned away. He gave his men a signal, and they seized John. They lead him up a hill through a narrow path. Joined looked up at the looming building. It was a massive  fort made with stones coloured white. It had an eagle like statue next to the door, twice the size of John. They brought him through the fort to a basement. John began to struggle, knowing soon he would have many options. The grabbed him and gave him a vile a blue liquid. He dropped energy less like a puppet. He couldn't speak yet he heard everything around him. Vladren said some sort of spell and he began to float. He brought him to a chair. He began flashing in and out. He watched as Vladren walked over to him. He lifted up his face pushing into the seat so John would see him better.  He was in a stone chamber with weapons mounted on the walls. Vladren snapped and John fell out of the state. He looked up at Vladren as he waited.
"What is your name boy?" Vladren asked. "You know your not aloud in this realm." There was a silence. John explained some of the things he knew, making sure not to mention the sword. After talking for a litttlee while, Vladren went silent. He stood off to the side, and looked at one of the mounted weapons on the wall. He eyed one particular Shield. It was bright red with a silver eagle on it.
"Curious." The silver eagle lit up turning white. "While I understand that you were a "hike-school"  boy when my brother recruited you to come with him. John, I wanna know one more thing. Why did he bring you here." John gulped. He hadn't thought of what to say that would be innocent.
"He brought me to help him treasure hunt." John looked at him. The eagle on the shield flashed.
"Does that hunt have anything to do with the sword of eagles wrath." Johns jaw dropped. "John I know your secrets, you and my brother came here to rid the darkness of the land. The shield is good at helping conversations."
"Your a mad man! You need to let us go, we need to get Kamalon!" John cried out.
"So you did indeed have the sword, and intended to kill Kamalon with it." John tried to look away from the eagle.
"You must agree that Kamalon must be stopped!" Vladren's smile faded. "He stole your family's artifacts and... and was like.. like mean. Too your family." Vladen stared at John as he finished.
"I'd never kill Vladen." He replied, his voice rising.
"Why not?" John asked.
"Because he is my father."