A Dark Blade Waits
Author's note: This started out as a school project, and, over the course of two years, was expanded into what it is now.
Chapter 4“Where’s the onions?” called a voice with a heavy Southern accent.
“In the way back.” Came another voice, this time Middle Eastern.
The Southern voice came from Tom Johnston was just your average 16 year old. He was tall for his age, had almost white-blond hair that would never stay down, and was very smart. He spoke fluent Spanish, French, German, and Latin, and could sing fairly well, and was a great actor. He was in Madrid for an international competition. His choir included Johnny Sahir, from Israel, Thomas Zhou, from Vietnam, Luz Perez, from Mexico City, and Maya Christian, from New York. They were in their hotel room, and were making dinner, but had run out of onions.
As Tom looked for onions, he spied a box labeled, in a faded, archaic script, “Do Not Open. Dangerous.” Now, we all know that teenagers normally do the exact opposite of what they are told, and Tom was no exeption. He opened the box, which caused dust to explode into the room.
After coughing and sneezing, he pulled the old cotton stuffing out of the box. Then, he saw Maledetto, who was not happy about being stuffed in a box for a thousand-some years. This rage fueled Maledetto, and he immediately broke Tom’s mind, granting Maledetto complete and total control. Tom grabbed the sword, and then came out of the pantry.
“What are you doing with that Tom?” asked Johnny. “Where did you get tha-“