Chapter 4: The blade and the party
I walked up the stairs, forgetting about that dream I had. I wanted this day to be my day, but I did not know what my parents wanted.
"Do you think he's ready for this? He just a kid!" I heard my mother say. I did not know what she meant.
"I'm sure. He is the right age. The only thing left is to see how much time we have left." My father replied. I did not know what he meant. Time? Age? What did these have to do with my birthday? Either way, I walked up to stairs.
"Desmond, come here." My father said. He had a deep look in his eyes. The kind of look you get when you are worried about something.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"No. We have something for you. Our family has a tradition that has lasted a long time. Due to this tradition, we would like to find you this." He said. With that, he produced a long box. I opened it, revealing an old, worn scabbard. It was made of brown leather, and had rusted, metal bindings. I pulled the sword out of the old scabbard, and studied the blade closely. It was a cold, grey iron blade. The blade was covered in scratches, and I could see there was a symbol engraved in the blade, but the blade was so scratched, I couldn't make it out.
I swung the blade to my side, knocking a vase of off the table, breaking it.
"New rule: no swordplay in the house." My mom said.
After that, I went outside to practice. For some odd reason, swordplay came naturally to me. It was as if I had been doing it my whole life.
"Not bad, Desmond." Britney said. "mind if I try?"
"sure. It's really light, so you can swing it fast." I said. When she picked up the sword, the blade became as heavy as lead, and dropped to the ground. This surprised me.
"not really…" she said. I was looking forward to seeing someone who is a pro at fencing use the blade, but she couldn't use it. Soon, everyone was trying to wield it. Nobody but me could.
"oh well… hey who wants to go to my house after the party today?" Sam asked. We all agreed. She lived up the road, and we could walk there.
The party was fun. I got several things that could help me when I was in tech school. Calculators, a bed set, a new TV, and the last part to my motorcycle. After the party, we had a gaming night at Sam's house. When we left, it was near ten o'clock. It was pitch black, and the only light came from my cell phone, and the street lamp. One we got to the lamp, I saw a shadowy figure. It was in a black jacket, and wore sunglasses. It was him.
"look creep, stop following us!" I said.
"You have something I need. Now if you would do me a favor and die it would be a great help." He said.
"oh hell no! If you want to hurt my friends, you'll have to go through me!" Maria said.
"that can be arranged." The man said. He opened up his fist, and began to raise his hand upwards. Suddenly, we all began to be lifted off the ground.
"Behold, my glorious plan!" He bellowed.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a green blur. It hit the man, and caused him to drop us on the ground. Then I saw a …thing appear and disappear all at once. The man reached out, and pointed his hand at us, and me, James, and Britney all went flying. The last thing I heard was Sam and Maria screaming and tires squealing.
The sun shined bright in my eyes. I was in my bedroom, and I could still hear my friends scream for help. I could still feel this pain that was bothering me. It felt like fire and ice all at once. My parents were on there, watching me. When I finally came around, I realized where I was…