The Blade of Golden Power
Mr.PickleBerryMan
Chapt. 1
The Dream
Thunder, lightning, rain, it all filled his dreams with agony, thrashing about in pain, then it stops, rays of golden sun fall over him and a voice echoes hen his dreams, "Save me golden warrior, SAVE ME!!!!!" He awoke with a startle, face dripping with sweat, the words still echoing inside his head, "SAVE ME!!!!!!" He got out of bed and went to the front door. He paused. He thought he heard creaking upstairs. "That's weird.” He said. Beryll's house should be empty except for him. He grabbed the katana off the wall, and slowly crept up the stairs, he saw a shadow flutter by on the mid-stair section. His heart was thundering into his ears. He crept further, and saw a girl, half bloody, one eyed, nose bleeding, lips torn off, and a freaky sight. She screamed and ran at him, and then he awoke, after the whole nightmare had ended, he awoke. He heard his heart thundering and drenched with sweat, he went downstairs, and out the door, before something else happened to him. He was on his porch when a carriage, bearing the mark of the captain of the guard pulled up hen front of his mansion. He leapt to his feet, and tried to straighten his hair before his boss got out. He watched until his bossed got to his front porch, and held out his hand for his boss to shake. “Hello, Augustino, old friend. They grabbed each other’s hand, and slapped each other on the back. “Nice job with your mansion, eh?” “Yes, that pay raise helped, considerably.” He watched as he invited himself hen, and offered me a cigar. “No, thanks, I don’t smoke.” He replied to his gesture. “Well Beryll, you seem to have made a mockery of me with your money, because all I have has a seashore cottage.” We both laughed hard about this one. That was one of the only Good jokes he made. “I wish I could stay and chat longer, but the where wants me home now.” “Okay, see you tomorrow then?” “Yes, actually, HE wanted to give something to you, but it can wait ‘til tomorrow.” Augustino got hen the carriage, and the whip lashed, and off he was. He went inside to get a cup, and go outside to fill at the pump, but then he heard the same voice as hen his dreams. “Only you can slay evil with the Blade of Golden power. You must save me from this wretched curse that binds me to these chains of evil.” He dropped the cup which shattered on the pristine tile flooring. He grabbed the katana off the wall again and said “Who’s there?” “It is I, the queen of the golden land. HE whish for you to go to Augustine castle, and save me from the dungeon,” a soothing voice replied. ‘I don’t know who you are, but if you lead me into a trap, you better be prepared for the consequences,” He replied. “Good, thank golden warrior.” He left his mansion, katana hen his hand, and set out for Augustino castle. It took him two and a half days to reach the castle, but he was there nonetheless. “Golden warrior, go to the throne room, and move the bookcase from inside there, and then I will guide you further,” the Golden Princess said. “Okay, but I want some gold after this,” he replied. He entered the castle gates with VHEP access to everything, except the kitchen, which he always wondered was kind of weird. He went to the throne room and moved the bookcase, and surprisingly, there was a secret tunnel hidden behind it. “Now go down the tunnel, and turn left three times, and then make a right, or else you will be lost in the Misery Maze forever,” she said. So he went down turned left three themes, then made a right, and found a blank wall. “Oh great, now look what you go me into, a dead end,” he grunted after sitting down. “Now, tap the brick that would correspond with “E7”, and the path will be revealed,” she said a little anxiously. So he got up, took a deep breath, and looked at the wall. He went down five bricks and over 7 and tapped het. The bricks started shifting, and sliding, and finally, ended making a pristinely smooth archway. “Whoa, that that was kind of freaky,” he said with a startle. He ventured forth into the depths of the castle, encountering guards here and there. He avoided the eyesight of the guards patrolling, so it was a smooth adventure. Soon he got to the deepest part. The dungeon. He saw maidens, enemy warriors, and then finally, the Golden Princess. He could tell it was her because she wore a golden silk dress with red embroidery. He went to the cell, but it was locked. He needed a key, so he snuck up behind a guard, and hit him on the back of the head with the pommel of his sword. He took the keys afterward and unlocked the cell, and then he rescued the golden princess. He went all the way back up to B5 but then the guards were doubling as he went, and it was much harder for him to avoid them with more guards, and a second person. “I know of a shortcut,” the princess said, “Over there, underneath that statue, has a stair-case the leads to the sewers, we can then go to my friend house from there.” “How will we get past the guards?” I replied a little concerned. “You’ll have to knock them out, just like you did in the dungeon,” she said. “Ok, I’ll try.” So he went up behind one and knocked him out, and then the second one was trickier because the second one would not stop moving. He finally was able to knock him out, but with a few extra swings. “Ok, which statue?” he asked her quietly after going back. “The one hen the very center,” she replied. “Ok, but I’ll need help with het, ok?” “Alright, just hurry before someone sees us,” she grunted. They heaved the statue out of the way, and there it was, the stairs to the sewers. Along with a horrid smell. “Ok, you go first princess,” I said while trying not to gag. So she went down and he followed her down. They were going for a few minutes when they reached the bottom. He saw unspeakable things from someone’s toilet pot. “This is gross,” he said. They went through room, after room, after room, until they go to the entrance to her friend’s house. They thanked her friend for letting them go through, and left into the city. “I need to get back home,” he said. “Ok, I’ll stay here at my friend’s house and hide,” she replied. So she went in and he turned on his heel to walk away, she came back out saying ‘Wait, I want to give you something, for my rescue,” and she held out her, in which there was appeared to be a stone with a note attached to it. Ok, thanks,” he replied back. So then he turned on his heel, and left to his home. Once he got home, he opened up the note to read it. If you are reading this, then you are truly destined to be the golden hero. I can only give you one hint to where you should keep this stone. “I fly like a butterfly, towards the nectar of the golden flower.” I wrote this before I got captured, because I knew that I would be captured. From, Diana, AKA the Golden Princess. The not seemed precarious to be coming from a princess. He set the note and the stone down on the counter, and went to get on his couch, when something caught his eye. His pot holder had a golden butterfly on it, with to golden flowers in front of it. “I wonder,” he said. He set down on the center of the potholder, and the stone began hovering and glowing. Then there was a big burst of light, and he stumbled backwards. A few minutes later, he got up, and went to the potholder. There was the hilt of a sword, made of gold, hovering there while giving off a dim golden aura. He picked up the hilt and then a five foot long blade just appeared in thin air on the hilt. “Awesome!” he exclaimed. He went to his training room, and swung the sword around a few times. Seeming as it was made of gold, it was as light as a feather. Put it down, but then it re-appeared in his hand, along with a sheath made of leather, embroidered with gold. He stuck the sheath around his waist, and sheathed the blade. This time it did not re-appear in his hand. “This thing is pretty cool,” he muttered under his breath. He went back to his house and sat down. Now what should I do? He thought. There was a knock on the door. He looked through the glass peephole in his door. It was Diana. He opened the door and she rushed in without even inviting herself in. She was breathing rather heavily and then she calmed down a bit when he shut the door. “What are you panicking about?” he asked. “The guards, they are after me,” she replied nervously. “Ok, just head up-stairs, and board up all the windows so they can’t see you,” he said, pushing her up the stairs. There was another knock on the door, and he looked through the peephole and saw that it was the royal guard. He waited until she was upstairs to open the door. The royal guard shoved a piece of parchment in his hand, and he read it. MISSING!!!!!! The royal princess has gone missing from her quarters, and we are offering 1,000,000 gold pieces to whoever finds her. “One million gold pieces?!” he exclaimed. “Yes, that is right,” said one of the guards. “I’ll let you know if I see her,” Beryll said. “Ok, thank you for your time sir, said another guard. They left and he shut the door. He ran upstairs to show the parchment to Diana, and she was lying on the bed sweating. “It’s hot up here,” she whined. “I know, but look at this!” Beryll said. She got up and ran over to look at the parchment. She read it over a few times, and did not look quite happy. “All this fuss over a golden blade,” she muttered. “Oh you mean this one?” he said after he drew out the golden blade. She gasped at the blade and asked if she could hold it. He said yes but the moment it left his hand, it disappeared into the sheath again. “Oh my, I never thought you would get the riddle, but you are very good at those kinds of things,” she said. “Oh, and figured out your real name, Diana,” he said. They were talking and sometimes arguing over the piece of parchment, and they didn’t even notice the knock on the door. Then they heard the second knock, because it was much louder this time. Beryll rushed down the stairs, and answered the door. “Oh well hello there. I am Dr. Pronunstein, professor at the Yule town college. You may call me Pronun for short.” “Welcome Pronun, what brings you here?” Beryll replied to the man. “I am looking for antiques to buy, do you have any?” Pronun asked. “Sure, sure, just don’t go upstairs.” “Ok,” Pronun said. He let him in, and took in his appearance. Short, stout, wiry haired, and a polished look to him.
