The funeral was trudging along and I was thinking, “When is this ever going to end?” It was my grandfather’s funeral, and a Tuesday as well. I had been living with him at the time, because my parents died in a car crash. The police had found my grandfather lying in a sewer with his throat slit and three knives in his back. No suspects were found yet. We were going over my grandfather’s will when I heard my family start to be called.
“To my loving brother, I give a ceramic vase with sentimental meaning to me, and the entire family.
“To my cousin Jimmy I leave my priceless book written entirely in Chinese characters.” My relative Jimmy rolled his eyes at this. He couldn’t read Chinese. Why did my grandfather leave him such a worthless asset?
“Last but not least, I leave to my grandson Nathaniel, four mythical weapons of power.” A gasp sounded from the crowd. My face turned red as a tomato. I stammered aloud, “Excuse me, what did you say?” The announcer looked as surprised as me, “F-four mythical weapons of power, sir.” Now, the end of the funeral seemed more like a miracle. Fortunately for me, it ended right then. The people that received things in my grandfather’s will walked to his gigantic storage shed out back. It was surprisingly big and clean. The funeral was held in the front lawn of his mansion. The announcer started handing out things. Just as Jimmy received his worthless book, I spotted what was soon to be mine. It wasn’t impressive. It was a pointed stick with a chain on the end, with a block of metal at the bottom, which was under four points.
I was greatly disappointed by this, because when they said “mystical weapons of power” I expected something a little more like what I had seen on T.V. This was just a funny-looking stick with a rusty chain on the end. My relatives obviously weren’t pleased with it either. They were snickering and pointing and making obscene gestures my way. They slowly filed out of the room, until it was just me and the announcer left. I picked the weapon of power up, and suddenly, a hammer fell on my foot and I was blown backwards by a huge gust of wind. I slammed against the wall and slumped to the floor. I was holding a huge sword, and on the ground where I was standing were a whip, a hammer, and a pike.
The announcer surprisingly looked amused. He walked over to me slowly and picked up the pike at my feet. “Here you are,” he said,“I thought I would actually have to face someone experienced, or even a bit older than you,” he remarked, “but here you are.” He raised the pike high, high above his head and started to swing. I suddenly rolled to the side and the pike hit the ground with an ominous tremor. The earth around me suddenly started to rise because of the impact. I was hit in the chest with a stray piece of floor and was flung into a mirror.
I rolled to my feet and held the sword in front of me. “Who the heck are you?”
“I’ll tell you just before you die.” He swung the pike at me and it hit my sword. I swiped at him, and he jumped to the side. Then, a huge wave of water crashed into his chest and slammed him against the wall. Just then and there I had a chance to take a look at who was trying to kill me. His normally pleasant face was distorted with demonic rage, his once pale skin was now a sickly shade of green . The pike which he was holding was normal (for a pike) except for a small brown symbol on the blade of the pike. The symbol on my sword was a curvy blue one. I started to piece together that the pike’s symbol represented earth, and mine water. The man was crumpled on the floor, but was now getting up. I felt queasy. This guy was trying to kill me.
I advanced on him. He held the pike so the tip was pointing toward me. “So, really, who are you?”
“Just a hired thug trying to get these weapons.” I swung my sword again. A wave of water splashed and rolled toward him, but he thrust his pike straight into the ground. A huge wall of dirt blocked the water. Both the water and earth dissolved into nothing. “Water’s useless against earth,” I said aloud, “ so why not try something else?” I picked up the whip with my other hand and swung with both weapons at the same time. A large wall of water slammed into him. He blocked it, and by the time both dissolved, he was baked nice and crispy. He fell forwards, slapstick comedy like. But only then did I see the burn marks strewn across his back.
He dissolved into nothing, but he left a slip of paper behind. “WPA- Warlock Power Association. Level 2 Golem.” He left a diamond next to the paper. I sighed. “Oh gosh. I can never get the hang of Tuesdays.”
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I walked outside holding all four M.W.P (mystical weapons of power) and made my way over to the library. “The librarian likes me, she won’t mind if I am harboring weapons.” I walked into the mansion and headed to the library. I walked through the doors. I looked and realized that the weapons had shifted back into one. The librarian looked up and smiled. Then she noticed what I was holding. Her face turned pale. I felt faint as well, recalling the events of this afternoon. I was lying down with my head on a table when I heard a clunk in front of me. A very thick book was lying on the table next to me. The librarian scowled at me and said,“Your grandfather’s instructions to you.” She said, “God only knows why.” She walked away slowly and started reading a soap opera dedicated to some boy who loses a dog. The librarian, Clariece, was a lady of about 85. I thought soap operas were for young and desperate. I opened the book to see my grandfather’s thick, clean writing. I opened the first page. It read: My dearest Nathaniel. I know my parting has been devastating. I snickered at this then scolded myself for doing so. I trust by now you have recovered the weapons from my dearest friend James. At this I laughed out loud and this time the librarian scolded me. Whoever James was, it wasn’t who attacked me. It was some crazy golem working for the W.P.A. The weapons are very powerful and should be used for good only. You may now have discovered my longtime nemesis, the WPA. They will stop at nothing to get these. In a temple I will now mention, you will find a weapon to destroy them and keep the weapons safe. That weapon is located in a certain temple in Indonesia. You’ll have to find your own way there, but you are responsible enough, I trust. Once in Asera, Indonesia, you must open this book for directions. Good luck. My eyes widened and then snapped to attention.
“Clariece,” I shouted. “Get the car. I need a ride.” “Young people,” she grumbled. “Always demanding too much these days.”
