MYSTRY WARRIORS - THE ETERNAL BLADE

ALL OF A SUDDEN !

'And so where did the sword go?' Willard inquired.
'Asks the black chimpanzee in the class' moked Luke, sending the whole class into laughter.

Willard had already grown tired of the random resettling of him and his dad. He had already lost count of the number of cities,towns and even countries he had been in in the last eighteen years of his life. Fitting in was not his thing and trying to make friends after every month was proving difficult."it's for your own good." His father would always give as an excuse." How?" One might have asked. The answer only hidden behind the tall well buid man's glasses, Willard's father, beyond his eyes and burried deep in his ever busy brain.

'Noone knows.' Mrs Grey replied above the noise. ' Furthermore, who cares? It's just one of the many legends we have. No one can tell of their authenticity.' she completed ,the bell picking up after her last word. ' Well let's call it a day. Tomorrow we'll pick up from here.'

Willard picked up his bag. "Back to the run." He whispered to himself as he dashed out of the class, past the locker rooms and straight towards the school's exit.

It is one thing to be the new kid in school, but another whole thing be picked on by the school bullies. He picked up his bike from the school's parking spot and sped towards the city. Behind him were the four school bullies "the pack" as called themselves, speeding towards him.

' Where is the little monkey running off to?' Luke, one from his class and so happened to be the leader asked. The others just laughed.

Willard sped through the Walk way and in between the traffic just to try and escape the kids in persue of him but all seemed to be in vain. They were right behind him, each second growing nearer.

' Coming through. ' he shouted, ringing his bell as he negotiated a corner into one of the city's streets. He got hold of a trash can that stood within the block and threw it behind him, distracting the bullies.

' You son of a ....' shouted one of the city's cleaner, obviously the one in charge of that block as he flew the newspaper he held on his hand towards him. He picked up the can but just before then came the bullies, knocking the can back down.' Screw you!' the man shouted!

Willard looked back. It worked! ...or had it? Only two of them were still behind him... though now a little further. He'd lost the other two, he smiled, not knowing how short lived the smile would be! Another corner and he saw them...the other two now speeding towards him.

" If you have to come up with a plan then I guess this is the best time!" He told his mind. Just a few meters to the four catching up with him, he got hold of another trash can , pulled it towards the center of the pavement before negotiating a corner. He almost lost balance but soon was back on track. Now the plan had worked for now the four come crushing into each other! A mission accomplished.

' I'll get you, you little squirrel!' Luke cursed from behind.

Who cared about tomorrow? Obviously not this Willard! Maybe someone should have told them.

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The room was silent. Two men in it. From the varieties of artefacts, one could tell of the great taste of art of it's occupant. The red blades, which aged back to the Ming dynasty...clay pots of the middle age, stone daggers of the stone age among other countless, priceless things.

One of the men, cat eyed, obviously an Arab, who wore a long leather coat with sharp pointed collars, a white shirt with a bowtie and a black material trouser looked at the other, searching through his eyes for God knows what.

' It'll come at a price,' the cat eyed man said, snapping his fingers and from nowhere come a glass of Mayacamas Vineyards' 2014 Carbanet Sovignon... simply the best wine yet.
' Anything,'the tall dark man said, a tear finding it's way down his eyes...not even his glasses could hide the pain he felt.
' A memory demon is a greater demon, and for it to be summoned, you must also give it something else in return.'
' I said anything... just name it!'
' That's not my call to pick so in that case, let us proceed,shall we?'

The man snapped his fingers and one could see the white vapour coming from his hand as they circffgggumnavigated. A warlock that was who he was. His eyes turned blue and with a snap formed a circle on the rooms floor.

' Tues mëin āl pørä tùß vàïñ'
( I summon you oh memory demon). The warlock said as a pyramid formed at the middle of the circle.
' Stand on the one of the corner base of the pyramid...I'll take the other, we should be able to contain the demon within this walls.'
' Thanks again old friend...I can't find quite the words to tell you right now."
' Save them.' The warlock said as a strong gust of wind blew across the room.

Suddenly the the circle and pyramid was on fire, a whirling mighty black wind coming from the circles center. The ground was heated, tempting the two to leave the circle!

' Whatever you do, do not break the bond!' the warlock shouted between the rattling wind .

And there it appeared, the memory demon... like a dark cloud, forcing the two to be suspended in mid-air.

' Who dares summons me?' the demon roared.
'Its me Sabbatical, son of Lilith queen of Edam, the great high warlock...I ask you of one favor.'
' It comes with a price! Are you willing to give it!'
' Anything..'said the dark man...now gasping for air.
' What do you ask of me?'
' If you may, take this man's memory of his son... about his whereabouts...wash him clean.'
' And why would one ask of such a great deal? Otherwise I'll do it...only if you share with me your most treasured memory ever with me !'
' Then do as you please.'said the man.

The demon reached out to the man's head...and like Sparks came out his sons memories...he could feel the pain... memories of the past eighteen years flashing through his brain and finally vaporising into thin air. Now it was time to pay the price,the memory demon dug deep into his brain... searching for memory the man treasured the most. The pain was too much, the man was shaking, sweat drops rapidly cascading down his face. It seemed like he'd hidden it deep within himself...as if it was his soul powering his life. The demon dug deeper...and yes here it was. It signed on relief as the memory slowly came out as a blue globe a face of a young girl racing around it.

'Noooooooo!!!' the man screamed, reaching out to the globe with his weak hands. ' Anything else but that...' but the demon, turning into dust disappeared! The two fell on the ground, the man still shaking as his eyes turned from normal to pitch black. The warlock ran to him perhaps thinking his magic could help easen up the pain.

' Get away from me!' the man shouted, the waves from his words sending the warlock crushing to the wall and lights in the room to momentarily flicker. What has happened? One might have asked. The warlock was surprised, he had never met anyone in his entire timeline with such great power! He knew this man would be the cause of havock and could not leave among people so opened a portal, sending him to Edam. Something told him that that was just but the beginning of it...there was more to come!

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