NaNoWriMo Novel Teaser: Blades
[WP]There were eight swords, and each sword could control an element: earth, water, air, fire, light, darkness, life, and death. You somehow managed to find the Life and Death sword.
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His last option was to book a flight to America. Selling all his inheritance to the shock of his family, he told them he was on a journey of self-discovery. But the truth was that he'd been seeing visions of the guy with the two swords and the old man telling him where to Go since his father died two weeks back.
Since his father died and gifted him that sword - the family heirloom.
Only now did he understand just how precious it was to the family. The Sword imbued with that wind of life, the breath that created the first man. That was the very sword in his hands.
It was incredible, almost unbelievable that such an artifact would come into the possession of his lineage, even though they were a bit wealthy. He had to go to America, he knew that, but the events of today made that journey even more urgent.
Someone was trying to get that sword- someone very powerful; and it seemed there were no limits to what the psycho would do.
The visions were very vivid and clear and told him the address to go to once he reached the US. There was no indication that he wouldn't be met with adversity there, but then there were others like him. Others who probably had more experience and could protect him.
121 Almond Street.
He reached the departures area, the sword in a latch on the inside of his jacket. He didn't know what would happen; whether he would be turned back when t was discovered or not. Swords were very much prohibited on flights anyway.
As he passed through the x-ray scanner, it didn't make any unusual noises, but the officers at the station told him to stop.
"There's an unusual air pocket in your jacket. Why?"
"Uh...nothing."
They were going to search anyway.
Sh!t.
They opened his jacket and searched him thoroughly, but to his surprise, the sword wasn't there. There was a steady stream of cool breeze around his neck - that was the only change he felt.
When he passed them and looked into his jacket again, he could see the winds gathering and condensing to reform his sword.
"So you respond to my thoughts and wishes, huh?" he mused. "Not too bad at all," he said as he entered the plane. thinking about what lay ahead.
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It was all over the news - the bodies of the eight armed men found severed in half. The scene was too gory to be shown on the cable news, but most of the youths who first saw the scene and alerted the authorities had already posted a lot of videos on YouTube.
They also interviewed a man who claimed to have seen everything that happened. A homeless mechanic who looked mentally deranged, but with a crazy story. Crazy enough to be posted everywhere.
"It was a kid. He had this sword in his hands, and these ah...these men tried to uh... shoot and he went like 'hiya!' and like cut the air with his sword and uh... there was a hurricane and uh... boom, they all cut in half and uh... the piles of junk came tumbling down."
To any other ear, it would have been a story to debunk immediately and overlook as the ramblings of someone who'd lost his mental bearing, but to Frost and me, the message was clear.
"He already knows how to use his sword..." I mused.
"Wind isn't that too much of a big deal. Although what shocks me is the relative speed at which Maverick located him," Frost said, frowning.
"A lot of connections. A lot of information sources. A lot of field agents. But we'll do better than that. As for the Wind guy, don't worry about him. He'll be coming here."
Frist turned to look at me. "How do you know that?"
"I don't know; I just feel it."
"Oh..."
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Task Force 3 had failed. Woefully,
Not only had they not gotten the sword, but they also blew things out of proportion. The other party must have been notified, judging from the fact that the old bastard's interview was all over social media.
"Dammit!" he said, banging his hands against the table.
The boy was currently missing - no trace of him anywhere and no way to find him. Going back to his family to inquire would do no good, they would inform him and he would take more drastic measures. They couldn't go after him anymore, he had to come to them.
The other team had twelve hours to get the boy and the girl. They would lead to the boy with the Wind sword. They had to.
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@Leo_kitti, @Hanzell I know, I know, this one's short.
Why is America always involved? I wonder...