"Can you just stop your blabbering mouth for one moment?", I shrieked from under the covers, trying to sleep after the most exhausting day of my life. But of course, I had to have a talking dagger going on about how to kill people properly inside my mind.
Yes, somehow the infamous cursed dagger of scydelle has found its way to our farm, claiming I'm its next master.
How? I don't know!
It was just a normal day. I woke up, did morning chores, helped my parents with farming, did my homework, went outside, and played with my friends until the sun went down. After all of my friends went back home, I had decided to stay a little more on the farm and complete some chores from tomorrow's schedule in advance, that's when I heard it.
As you can guess, I ignored the voice, thinking my mind was playing games with me after the long discussion about why you should not answer to a mysterious voice calling your name previously with my friends. But as I shut down the farm and turned around to go home, I came face to face with a silver dagger hanging in the air.
The next scene went like this.
Dagger: Alex, my new master-
Dagger: I've finally found my-
Me: (Scream more)
Dagger: Wielder who-
Me: (Run away as fast as my feet could carry me while screaming.)
The dagger followed.
So, after losing my voice from all the screaming, I've come to notice that it does not really harm me. Overcoming my fear, I've tried to perk up little conversations like -
-"Will you kill me?"
-"No. You're my master"
-"I don't want to be."
-"You have no choice"
After a not-so-long chat mostly sounding like this, I decided to go to bed, planning to think about the whole "being an invincible warrior of scydelle" thing afterward. Because the dagger told me so.
But soon, I found out that the dagger can not keep quiet. It chats with you, even if you're not replying. Or you're clearly stating you needed it to shut up.
-"I'm trying to prepare you for your first kill. It's important"
I threw the covers off me in irritation and sat up on my bed.
-"Look", I reasoned, "I don't know what's going on in your mind but I don't aspire to become a murderer."
-"A good youngster will free the world from tricksters. That is now your duty kid."
-"My duty is to plant the strawberry plants tomorrow."
It did not have a face, but I could sense the rage throbbing from the blade. Did I go too far?
-"YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE TEENAGER"
Immediately I brought my hands to cover both sides of my head; to protect my eardrums, "ARE YOU AWARE OF THE NOBLE QUESTS I WAS PART OF? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HEROES HAVE WON IN BATTLES BECAUSE OF ME FOR CENTURIES?"
-"So you're technically old". Did I have a death wish today? Not wanting to hear about its heroic kills once again, I asked a sensible question, "how come I'm your bearer now?"
-"You wished to be."
-"I did not. I never believed about your existence until today."
-"I heard you quote, "I've never heard any call after Sunset! I wish the dagger to find me, the way I will know the rumor is not nonsense."
I smacked my own forehead. I did say that, just a little challenge to my friends who were too afraid to even pronounce the word "dagger", "How was I supposed to know the small statement would literally summon you to my farm?", I looked incredulously at its nonexistent face.
-"You were not. Now enough chit-chat boy! Let's get to some adventure. I sense some black magic happening on the land of havenhell"
-"Do you want to fight a dragon and save the land of the elves?"
-"No thank you!" I flopped back down on my bed.
-"I hear three netizens from scydelle planning to abduct the daughter of Eric and Anne tonight."
I huffed in exasperation, "WILL YOU….wait! Abduct who?"
-"I believe her name is Luna!"
I jumped up right away, all ignorance from earlier was gone. The moment I heard my sister's name, I knew this was not a joke. I looked at the dagger intently, standing on its handle on my table, right beside my bed. Was it a trick to get my attention? I tried to read its expression before slapping myself mentally, noticing the lack of facial features. Recovering quickly, I settled for its voice instead, "are you sure it's my sister?"
-"I don't make mistakes boy. I am the--
"What can I do?", I cut it off. My tone is urgent.
-"Well hold on to me. Once you do, I can guide you to the spot."
-"I wish you could take me there without me touching any part of you"
-"I am not a genie kid". It didn't have to have a face for me to know it was scowling.
-"I tried", gingerly I stretched my right hand and grabbed onto its handle, expecting an earthquake or some blinding pain all over my body.
However, nothing extraordinary happened. It was just a normal dagger.
-"Good job Alex!"
A talking normal dagger.
Finally, ignoring my doubts, I tightened my grip around the wooden handle, wondering why on earth I'd be invincible with just a little dagger. I brought the blade close to my face, examining the sharpness. The silver blade was worn out. Dust covering all over it.
"Too close", the metallic voices clicked. I jumped, barely catching myself from throwing the thing away. Frowning, I got off my bed, put on some warm clothes, and hid the dagger into my pocket.
"You said you can take me to her", I reminded my nonhuman companion.
-"Of Course I can. Don't doubt me, kid. Go to the third alleyway near the olive tree. Stop where the light dies. Your first kills rest there, ready to attack"
-"What? Where is my sister?"
-"In her room."
-"And you want me to trust you after this?"
-"Listen to me for once Alex! Go there before it's too late". The urgency in its tone threw me off guard. Without further retorts, I followed the directions it provided me with.
I sneaked into the dark alley, without making any sound in the process. It was hard because the voice inside my pocket wouldn't stop rambling. I bit my tongue to not reply. The place was dark, not much was around to see. The old buildings stood side by side, with no sign of big trees. The almost same-looking houses held an unnatural silence like no one lived there. Strangely, from the moment I held the dagger, the fear of unknown stopped bothering me.
I heard voices. Voices that did not belong to some old silver blade. I took cover behind a shabby building, praying it would not fall on me.
"Don't let her get away this time. We need that dagger", ordered a
deep voice. I stopped my breathing, my grip tightening on the weapon.
"It could be the boy instead. He usually stays late in the farmhouse", replied another one.
"What are you waiting for? Set one man as a target and throw me at him", the blade suddenly made a clicking noise.
"Who are they? Why are they planning to....", my voice faded away without finishing the sentence as I saw the man covered with black turn sharply towards me.
I was exposed.
I gulped in fear as I tried to decide what should I do next. The three men were staring me down, taking hesitant steps towards me. I was so ready to run for my life, forgetting why I was here in the first place, when the first voice uttered, "I'm sure I heard someone from right here."
I stopped. They were right in front of me. But to my surprise, neither of them seemed to know where I was.
"What is happening?", I hissed.
The three men before me frantically looked around, like they could see right through me. I panicked.
"They can not see you kid. Worry not. You are invisible", the answer came from my hand.
"What?", I shrieked, momentarily forgetting the three men could still hear my voice. They jumped up and ran backwards right away,
screaming "ghost!" But I was too occupied to pay any mind to them.
-"It is the price heroes have to pay to remain my Wielder. Your human form is mine now. A normal human can not see me, as a result, they won't be able to see you either."
-"You should've told me that earlier before I touched you" I shout incredulously.
-"Yes. My apologies."
-"Besides, my family might be looking for me."
-"Yes. My apologies."
I stood there, staring in disbelief at the cursed blade.
-"So, ready for our next adventure?"
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