Jack

The day started like any other. I asked Quint if he wanted to play video games, he said yes, after awhile he went to work on new inventions for fighting monsters. When he left I got out Legend of Zelda and played until Dirk passed by with June and said, "Hey Jack. Want to come with us and play diving-board catch?"

"Sure," I answered, "Let me go get Quint."

When I got to Quint's shop (which used to be my and my foster family's garage.) I asked Quint, "Do you want to come out and play diving-board catch with the rest of us?"

"Sure just give me a minute to change and I will be out to play with you, friend" After we played that for THREE hours we went inside to get dinner ready. When it was dark out I noticed the silhouette of something in the sky.

"A Winged Wretch!" I shouted, "shoot it with the crossbow Quint. You're closest!"

Quint complied and I saw the shape plummet and crash through the roof of my old Foster-Home I thought I also thought I heard a dull thud. I decided to investigate in the morning. We all played MarioKart and Quint and I tied for the most wins on races the scores were

1st: Quint

1st: Jack (me)

2nd: June

3rd: Dirk (He has big thumbs and can't press the buttons.)

After Quint and I split the winning prize (a root-beer float) we all went to bed. In the morning we got up ate breakfast. I showed everyone how far I made it on Zelda. And after that we all went or separate ways. I worked on adding a bathroom, Quint went to work on new inventions, Dirk went to garden, and June went to go get supplies.

After about an hour I saw June come back and about I minute later I heard a shout, "Jack, Quint, Dirk, COME QUICK! I found something that I think the Winged Wretch was carrying and dropped when he died! I don't know if he's breathing!"

I immediately grabbed my Louisville Slicer, dropped to the ground and began racing towards June. As I did this I thought, 'HE! Could the Winged Wretch have grabbed another human?' Maybe even a boy. I ran to the scene and saw a boy with a sword in a sheath and scratches across his face and was completely knocked out.

June

I helped Jack and Dirk carry the boy inside. We lay him down on Jack's bed. He looked about twelve or thirteen, our age. Quint ran in and said, "What did you yell for- oh!"

"Do you know how to heal him?" I asked, "You're the one who loves science!"

"I can try," Quint said, "but I don't know for certain."

An hour later the boy was bandaged and was looking better. We found that he had a backpack with an old iPod, clothes (mostly black), food, water, medicine, and books.

His sword was a magnificent weapon. It was perfectly balanced and had a very sharp edge. It had a hilt that was very strong and could easily deflect another blade. It's grip was wrapped in leather, and where the pommel-stone would be their was two initials carved into the metal. S. B.

"That's a cool sword," Jack said, "I wish it was mine."

"I have to agree with you," I said back, "I mean if it was a spear"

Quint

I had just finished treating the patient a second time. He seemed to be doing very well. I sat down with my friends at a table I noticed that my patient seemed to have rolled over, and in the twelve hours that he was here I found that suspicious. "Jack, Dirk, I don't think our patient is asleep anymore."

We walked over each with our weapons, and when Jack pulled off the covers…. there was just a bunch of pillows! We instantly whirled around and saw the boy holding his sword to June's throat.

Jack

I lunged for my Louisville Slicer which I had left next to the table. When I stood up I saw June kick the boy in the groin and he doubled up, letting June escape. June grabbed her spear, whirled around and watched as Dirk came running in with fists clenched.

The kid swung his sword in a glittering arc towards Dirk. I didn't have time to shout, 'Look out Dirk!' but the kid seemed to be very bad with his blade. He only cut the wrappings off of Dirk's hand. Then he brought the hilt down right over Dirk's heart. Dirk tumbled to the ground apparently unconscious.

Quint went into battle throwing something at the kid. He smacked it with the flat of his blade and it exploded into fizz. Some of the fizz got in the kids eye. He screamed and swung his sword keeping Quint back and ran toward where his backpack was he rolled and searched around for his backpack. "Where is it." he muttered.

He grabbed a vial, poured it on his eyes, and said, "Ah, that's better. Now I can see again."

He grabbed something, then he swung at Quint with one hand, and as Quint dodged, threw something at him. Some of the liquid landed in Quint's mouth and he fell over.

I ran at him with my Louisville Slicer. Our blades clashed and we went into a dangerous sword-fight. I knew I could probably win. After all I had defeated Blarg, and I was fresh well he was tired from battle. The boy was sweating now. I had him. His and my weapons clashed he twirled his sword. And my Louisville Slicer went out the open door. The sword came in, and my vision went black.

June

I saw Jack go down and screamed. In anger I ran at the boy. My fury helped me in the battle. The boy was stuck against a wall and his sword was stuck above his head. I twirled in from the side. His great sword slashed down cutting my sweatshirt zipper and my spear handle cleanly in half. I stared at my spear and my guard was completely down as his foot came up catching me in the chest. I flew upwards. The back of my head hit the low ceiling. And I went black.