My name is John phoenix im 23 and right out of college and had few friends. Then I got a job working at an archaeological dig site in ancient sparta. I was there several months, working in a area deep with in the castle surveying the last spot in my area.

I found a hidden switch behind an old statue that looked like ares god of war. So out of wonder I reached in to the statue and hit the switch that's when I heard a hiss like an ancient sealed room was opening.

I turned around and seen a huge opening that wasn't there before. So I went in the air was thin but luckily in my line of work we had to carry small oxygen tanks. I took out my breathing mask hooked it to the tank and put it on, that made it easier for me to breathe.

Through the opening there was a long winding tunnel, so I followed it until it opened up into a large room.

It look like its a massive ancient armoury ,it held broze armor, swords,and shelds.(well what would you expect it is sparta), I walked to the back of the large room and seen something out of place.

It was a sword it looked like it was from a different time period. it was setting on a small stone stand. I took a brush out of my pack and brushed of the top of the stand. Then I seen an inscription dug into it.

Then I translated the markings it read (this sword gifted by the almighty god ares to be able to travel beyond this world and the next.). at first I didn't understand what that ment.

I grabbed the sword to get a better look at it, and looks like a samurai sword crossed with a lightsaber. I looked at it in detail and found a hidden button on the handle next to the blade. I pushed the button and the whole blade begin to glow a blueish color and fades away when I let go of the button. I found the swords sheath behind the stand. I slipped the sword into the sheath and tied it to my wast. then I left the room and took my breathing mask off manly because the tank ran out of oxygen.

I then left the catacombs back to mane camp. About the company I work for they alow every archaeologist to keep one item they find peer dig site, and desided to keep the sword.

Mouths later I was back at my hometown with a good amount of money in my pocket and the sword at my side. I rented a hotel room for a few days until I could find a place for my self. The next day I went to the woods outside of town with the sword, I walked a ways until i was sure i couldn't be seen. I desided to see how sharp the sword actually was.

So I unsheathed the sword and walked up to small tree that was about 3 inches thick and sliced straight through it, then tried a 6 inch thick tree and the same thing happened. I continued until I was slicing 4 foot thick trees in two with out even trying. Then I remembered about the hidden button so I pressed it and the same bluish light came from the sword.

So I sliced the air with the sword and where I sliced opened up like a window with a familiar bluish border. It had a different view than what was behind it.

I walked up to it to see what was on the other side. I found out that I could walk through the portal. I desided to see what was on the other side so I passed to the other side.

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Meanwhile, in a village in another universe, a group of warriors rested after a long day of hunting. Unbeknown to them, a group of robotic panthers (six in all), were closing in on where they now relaxed. They were sent and controlled by an evil scientist, with the intention of using the creatures to seize land from the tribe.

As the panthers crept closer, a portal opened just above ground level. Through it, John could see the panthers and the village.

At this moment, an alarm sounded from the village as someone spied the approaching threat. The chief was trying to obtain a closer look when they attacked. Two warriors were killed and another seriously wounded.
John witnessed the attack, and the ferocity of the cats caused him to fear for the others. He realised that he was in a position to help them, so determined that he would try to save the village and the people.

The chief said, "Get the women and children into the huts and get your spears to defend yourselves."

With that the warriors mounted a concerted counter-attack on the panthers. However, their weapons did no appreciable damage to the robots, except leaving some minor scratched to their armor.

John saw how ineffective their spears and swords were against the advanced metal creatures, so he decided to enter the portal to attempt to assist them in their struggle.

As John stepped through the portal, the panthers immediately notice him, and stop for a moment to assess this new development.

He is 6'4", with an athletic build and fire red hair, wearing loose clothes, and holding the sword.

John said to the amazed warriors, "Don't worry. I’m here to help."

He approached the first panther, swung his sword and severed the metal head from the body. In a spray of sparks, the metallic body crashed down, and the head bounced across the ground to land at the chief’s feet.

Forgetting the villagers, the other creatures focussed on John and advanced towards him. John knew that he had to stop these things and whoever made them. He sliced up two more that jumped at him, while another circled around him and jumped at his back.

Spinning round, John side-stepped the leaping panther, but not quite far enough. The creature’s claw raked his left shoulder. That shocked him for a second, until another jumped at him. Moving faster this time, he avoided those claws and sliced it in half from its shoulder to its tail.

Then the one that grazed his shoulder started attacking him a second time. This time, John was only able to catch it on its shoulder, but succeeded in damaging it so it couldn’t walk on that foreleg.

Leaving only one undamaged panther and the one with the damaged shoulder, the villagers started to regroup behind John.

Turning the two panthers silently retreated, running away from the villagers to wherever they had come from. John hurled his sword through the air slicing the non-wounded robot panther' head-off, as the other limped away as fast as it could. No one seemed to have the heart to follow it.

With the fight finally over John started to shake. He walked over and retrieved his sword as it lay on the ground next to the body of the panther. He was returning the sword into its sheath when the chief approached him.

"Thank you, O great warrior, we would not have been able to defeat those monsters without your help."

John smiled weakly at the man. He hadn’t realised how much the fight had taken from him.

"You are the chief of these people?” he asked.

“I am.”

“My name is John, and it was a pleasure to help you. I have one question.”

“Name it.”

John said, "These creatures are not natural. They have to have been made by someone. What is happening here?”

"These are dark days, Warrior John. There is an evil man who seeks to take our land, but for years we have been strong enough to beat him off. He uses more and more complex machines to try to lkill us, but this time they are too strong,” the chief explained.

John looked at the villagers as they appeared from their huts. They looked scared and vulnerable, there were many children amongst their number.

"Look, I’ll help with the problem to keep your people safe. If we are to defeat the evil man, we need to know where he is.”

"We do not know exactly where he is, but it should not be too hard to follow the beast I will have one of my best trackers help you find him. I will even send a part of warriors with you on this journey."

"Thanks, Chief, that would help greatly."

As the adrenaline seeped away, his shoulder started to hurt.

“Come, my friend, we will tend your wound and give you food, drink and rest,” said the chief, taking John by the good arm and leading him to his hut.

The next day, feeling refreshed, John wondered what ointment they had placed on his wound, for it was stiff and did not hurt much at all. After overseeing the collection of supplies, John met the tracker. He was a small man, swarthy and unkempt. He wore coarse clothing, but he had keen eyes and a ready smile. He wore a vicious-looking knife on his belt. They were joined by three tall warriors.

The Chief and most of the village turned out to see them off, bidding them good fortune.

They set off on foot, over quite difficult, rocky terrain. The tracker took the lead, followed by John and the warriors. The tracker watched the ground all the time, following the unmistakable tracks of the robot.

"Do you know how far we will have to go?" John asked.

"Not exactly. I think that it’s about half a day's journey from the village."

"So, great warrior, where did you find such a weapon?" one of the warriors asked, looking at John’s sword.

"I found it deep in a cave under an old castle. It was very tricky to find, as someone went to great lengths to hide it well."

The group hardly talked for most of the journey. One of the warriors carried a skin containing water, so offered John a drink.

John thought to himself, 'What am I doing? I don’t know how to use a sword and I was lucky at the village. I was lucky that the blade of this sword is sharper than anything imaginable in this universe.' Just thinking this sent a shiver down his spine. Not knowing what the forthcoming might ensue.

After several hours tough hiking, they came across the cat that John had damaged. It lay in a broken heap on the track, all sign of life gone. One of the warriors kicked it, hurting his foot.

"Well, now we know what happed to this one, it looks like it collapsed,” said John.

"I have never seen one like this,” said the tracker.

John bent down over the cat, examining the damaged shoulder. He could see through a chink in the armor plate that he had severed a hydraulic line.

“Tell me, what do you know of these things?" he asked.

"Very little. We know that the madman sends them to destroy our village," said the warrior with the bruised toe.

“And that they are hard to kill, but you don’t seem to have that problem," said the second warrior.

“How is it that you can kill the metal beasts so easily?" asked the tracker.

“I guess that my sword is made from a very hard steel, so is very sharp for one; and two, its like when its in a fight it has a mind if its own but with me staying in control. If you wouldn’t mind, I need to rest a while. I’m feeling a bit tired. "

“It is getting late. If we stop for a rest here, we might as well make camp and continue tomorrow,” said the tracker.

“Well, tomorrow will be another day. I wonder what it will bring?” said John, sitting down on a grassy bank. He was relieved to see the warriors were also pleased to rest here.

“It will be better to be refreshed if we have to fight in the morning,” he said.

John awoke at first light, as the fingers of light started to spread across the sky. All the others were asleep, apart from one warrior on watch. He was quite pleased to be awake, as he had been plagued by bad dreams all night. He shook his head, as the last memories filtered away, much to his relief.

He stood up and stretched. His muscles ached after the exertions he had experienced over the last couple of days. As he stretched, he saw a large building in the distance, close to the horizon.

The sentry noticed John was awake.

"I see that you are awake, John, are you well rested?” he asked.

“I think so, although I ache a bit.”

The man nodded, as many of them exerted themselves in the battle against the panthers.

“As you see, it looks like we are not far from our destination."

“That’s good, how far is it?”

“Two, maybe three hours.”

“The terrain looks rough, are you sure?”

The warrior made a face. “We should be there by midday.”

“Hmm, we will be tired. I’m not certain I would be ready for a fight after walking that far.”

“You should feel better after we eat."

The others awoke as they talked. One man re-kindled the fire into some life and hung a pot over the flames. John was a bit concerned as to what manner of food was in the blackened pot. It turned out to be a very flavoursome porridge.

Very soon they were sitting down to eat it. The tracker and warriors were in high spirits. The possibility of defeating their enemy was giving them hope.

The warrior had been right, for John did fill a little better after breakfast. After packing away the pot and sleeping mats, the group set off once more.

The terrain wasn’t as bad as John had envisioned, as there was a reasonable path marking their route. After about an hour, John saw something approaching them from the weird building.

It was a solitary figure, but much larger than the panthers. He identified the same robotic gait, and almost unstoppable speed. As it got closer, he saw that it was a robotic tiger, but much larger than any real one. To place it in perspective, he guessed it was about the size of a white rhino.

The sight of the automaton caused John to recall his dreams, or were they nightmares? He dreamed that he was too late to save the village and that one of the cats crushed the chief’s head with a terrible crunch. It was this that caused John to wake up in the first place.

One of the warriors threw his spear through the tiger’s left eye as it came in range. This did not seem to deter the automatic beast. Instead, it accelerated towards the group of men. The other warriors also threw spears, but they missed. At this point, the tracker and John approached, cautiously. While the one-eyed beast seemed preoccupied with the warriors, the tracker leapt into, drawing his sharp little daggers. He managed to stab his daggers into the weak points between the beast’s joints, while John slid under the belly of the robot, slicing first the right foreleg, and then, as his momentum carried him further, he took off the right rear leg, rolling clear.

The stricken beast could only flail in a rough circle, but was still quite capable of killing the unwary. While its good eye was looking towards the gathering warriors, John approached from behind, and with one slice of his sword, he severed its head clean off. There was another spray of sparks and the head hit the ground with a dull thud.

Amazed that the fight had lasted a matter of seconds, the group took some time to recover and rest. John stood examining the wreckage of the robot. A thought came to him.

"If the madman has this kind of technology, then how come you don’t possess similar things?” he asked.

“We do, but prefer to live the simple life without such things. They make men lazy, so we keep it in case we really need it.”

“Don’t you think this would be an ideal case for needing it?” asked John, bemused by the man’s answer.

The tracker smiled sadly, and nodded. He took from his backpack a small box, which he placed on the ground. The box was roughly six inches by six inches, by eight inches.

As it sat there, the tracker leaned down and pressed a small button on the top of the box.it on the ground and presses a button on the top of it, and then stood back. John observed that all the warriors were watching him and not the box.

Weird creaking noises came from the box, and then, before his startled eyes, it grew to the size of a shed, some eight foot by four. The tracker pushed open one side and walked into the shed, indicating for John to follow him.

As John walked into the shed he stopped in surprise. For although small on the outside, the inside was ten if not twenty times bigger, almost the size of a small warehouse.

“What the hell is this?! he asked.

“This is our portable armoury. We have our main one underneath the village.

John looked at the racks and racks of weapons, some very complex and of an advanced type.

“Why do you bother with spears when you have all these?” he asked.

“It’s complicated. Our belief system is that the measure of a man is taken by what he can achieve without such tools.”

Then he walked over to one of the racks and grabbed one of the guns and handed it to John.

It was of a design that John recognised, not dissimilar to one his father had taught him to use on hunting trips when he had been a boy.

“Do you know how to use one of these?” the tracker asked.

John smiled, lifting the weapon to his shoulder. It was a well-balanced gun with simple sights.

“Of course, everyone knows how to, where I’m from.”

“Excellent.”

“What about ammunition?” John asked.

“It’s already loaded,” the tracker replied.

After handing out weapons to the warriors, they left the shed. The tracker pressed another button and then they waited for the shed to turn back into a box once more.

“You may want to test fire that weapon, as it has a fair recoil. It may be unfamiliar to you,”
the tracker said.

John shouldered the weapon to his good shoulder, took aim at a nearby tree, and fired. The tracker hadn’t lied, as it had impressive recoil that almost knocked him backwards, but he was able to recover his balance.

“That’s some recoil!” he said, as the smoke cleared. Then he saw the tree.

“Holy shit!” he said, staring at what was left of the tree. “Is that a crater?”

Indeed, where the tree once stood there was now a six foot crater.

The tracker pointed to a small knob on the side of John’s weapon.

“You can handle it all right. This one is on full power; you can probably turn it down to 40%. Use that knob to do it.”

Amazed, John twiddled the small knob to where the tracker indicated. He examined the gun in more detail. It reminded him of one of the weapons in the movie 'the Demolition Man'.

“What sort of ammunition does it use?” he asked.

“Energy blasts. The gun is recharged by solar power and stores the energy in the stock.”

Regarding the weapon with respect, he re-joined the group as they continued on their journey towards the building in the distance.

“Not far now,” observed John, seeing they had only around five hundred yards to go.

“You’re right, and we have to prepare to fight again.”

He had hardly finished speaking when four panthers of a similar design to those they had previously fought came rushing through the gate.

The men all raised and fired their weapons. Even with the gun turned down to 40% the recoil was hard to deal with. John missed with his first shot, but the warriors didn’t. The first cat was hit by two rounds; so it was flung back into the second.

Taking a firmer grip of his gun, John fired again, blowing the third cat’s head clean off. The second cat was trying to extricate itself from the damaged first cat, but the warriors shot it before it could spring at them.

The final cat leaped towards them. John shot its foreleg off, so when it landed, it slid towards them. Just as it came to a halt, John blew its head off.

The way seemed clear now, so the group walked up to the house and into the gate.......
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The final cat leaped towards them. John shot its foreleg off, so when it landed, it slid towards them. Just as it came to a halt, John blew its head off.

The way seemed clear now, so the group walked up to the house and into the gate.......
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The gate was still open, which caused John some concern, so he was on his guard.

Sure enough, as soon as the small group crossed the threshold, a loud grinding noise caused them to turn. It was too late to help one warrior who was too slow and off-guard.

As he was sent flying, a good twenty feet across the courtyard, hitting the wall, leaving him is a battered heap on the ground. There was no point checking him, as the awkward position of his head and limbs showed them he was dead.

Standing, resolutely still, yet menacing by its very presence was an enormous gorilla. It was obviously a robot, as had the panthers and tiger, but of a scale far bigger and more powerful. John felt it was larger than a bull African elephant he had seen in a zoo. It was simply massive. It also appeared to be quite old and battered, as it was covered in dents and the metal showed rusty in places. In short, it looked as if it had been in a fair few battles.

The survivors all shoulkdered their guns as one and commences firing.

However, at 40% power, the beast simply stood there with its eyes glowing faintly. It was not harmed in any way.

“Turn up the power to full!” shouted the tracker.

John recalled the almighty kick he received when he fired it in practice.

“Is that not too much?” he asked.

“Possibly, but if you brace yourself against the wall, then you should be fine,” said the tracker.

They moved back, watching the beast warily as they increased the power on their guns.

“Fire only short burst. Otherwise your weapon will over heat and your energy will be wasted quickly,” said the tracker, as they took up defensive positions against the wall.

Obeying the man’s instructions, John he backed against the wall and aimed his gun, firing as soon as he had a sight-picture. The recoil was still as bad as it was the first time, but as he was braced against the wall and prepared for it, he was able to deal with it. He smiled wryly, thinking that his shoulder was going to sport a lovely bruise if he survived this fight.

Despite being on full power, the energy bolt slammed in to the side of the gorilla’s head, sending a shower of sparks, but only leaving a few more dents.

Realising that this strategy could not work, John looked for an alternative. Thinking quickly, he changed hands, grasping the gun’s hand-grip with his left hand and drawing his sword with his right.

Running in a zig-zag pattern towards the beast, he dodged the flailing arms and leapt high up its back, slicing with his sword as he did so.

He took a small slice off the very top of the skull, but enough to ram the gun’s muzzle into the hole and pulled the trigger.

There was an almighty bang, and John was unable to retain hold of the gun as he was sent flying over the wall. Much to everyone’s amazement, the top of the gorilla simply exploded, a sight John was unable to see, as he landed in a painful heap on the other side of the wall.

Never having seen anything quite so brave, or so stupid, the tracker took a few moments to understand what he had just witnessed, then he and the remaining two warriors went to check on John.

They found him face down on the ground. Half expecting to see him dead or dying, they were pleasantly surprised to find him relatively unscathed. He was unconscious, but was showing signs of coming round.

The larger warrior picked him and carried him back through the gate. The tracker collected John’s gun from where it lay on the ground some distance from the wreckage.

They stood for a moment staring at the wrecked animal. Then the tracker led the way up some steps to an open door. Cautiously, they entered, just as John regained consciousness. The warrior gratefully helped him stand, as the man was tired and John was no mean weight.

They found themselves in a long gallery-type hall, lined with display cases. In the cases were many different weapons and parts of robots. Many were the heads of familiar beasts that they had faced recently. As the group walked through the hall a voice came over the intercom system.

“I see that you have made it past my beasts. That is such a shame, for the gorilla was one of the first and best creations of my youth. I’m amazed to see it destroyed quite so easily. Now let me see you handle what I have in store for you inside the house!”

An erie silence reigned as the intercom cut off, leaving the group looking at each other.

“Who the hell was that, the mad-man?” John asked.

“It seems he knows we’re here, so we have lost the element of surprise.”

John laughed.

“Yeah, surprise is kind of hard when you cause explosions like that. Mind you, I’m amazed that I wasn’t badly hurt.”

The tracker looked sheepish. Ah, I suppose you’re right, but it shook me to hear his voice like that,” admitted the man.

“Well, no point worrying, let’s get on and finish this!” said John, hefting his sword and leading the way.

The hall ended at a door, which was unlocked. Wary of attack, they opened it to look down a long and empty corridor. They went down one at a time, with the last warrior facing backwards in case of attack from behind.

They were all surprised when the floor gave way, as it was a simple trapdoor.

All lost consciousness in the darkness.

John was the last to come round.

He was on the floor of a room with a locked door and no window.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“Somewhere in the basement. All our weapons are gone,” the tracker said.

Aware that without his sword, he could not get home, so John became angry. He walked over to the wall and punched it.

It hurt his fist, but he was staggered when he saw the four inch deep mark his fist had made on the metal wall. This was enough to calm him down.

“What the hell, how did that happen?”

The tracker and the warriors came over to examine the dented metal. All looked at John in some wonder.

“You’re stronger than you look. This might explain how you can kill those beasts when even our guns hardly scratched them.

“I didn’t know I was that strong.”

John wondered how this could be. Perhaps this world was less dense than Earth, or perhaps the laws of physics were different. It could be that the sword had empowered him in some way. All he knew was that he had never been this strong before.

He walked over to the door and punched it, just as he had done to the wall.

The result was the same, so, taking a few steps as a run up, he took a flying kick at the door and knocked it clean off its hinges. It laned with a crump on the floor outside..
The tracker and warriors looked at each other in amazement.

“Ah, we have a way out, it seems,” said the tracker, grinning.

“We need to find our weapons, and then we can take care of the lunatic,” said John, leading the way again.

John dodged right back in again, as a monster with a gaping mouth lunged at him.
Upon examination it was a squat hippo, only made of metal.

The hippo attacked again, so, using the tusks as apivot, John grabbed them and vaulted over the hippo’s back.

“Stay in the room,” he yelled.

Once more the hippo attacked, and John felt the cuts on his shoulder re-open painfully.

Managing to clamber onto the hippo’s back, he repeatedly punched the top of the robot’s head until he breached the metal skull. However, just as he had made a hole big enough to grab some of the internal wiring, the hippo shook him off its back. Unaware of its vulnerability, the hippo charged again. This time John slid under the stubby legs and used both his legs to send it flying with a powerful double kick. It landed in its side a few feet away, so John walked over before it could get up and ripped its circuit-board out of its head.

Breathing hard and feeling the sharp pain from his old wounds, John leaned against the wall to recover.

“Okay, come out now. I think it’s dead.”

Seeing the wrecked animal, the others came over to him, obviously worried by the amount of blood that now flowed from his open cuts.

“Let me fix your shoulder. Sit down,” said the tracker, opening his own shirt.

“I’m not sure I can walk, as my ankle cracked when I kicked that bastard.”

John slid down the wall to end up sitting on the ground. He watched at the tracker took something from a small bag that hung around his neck.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about that. It will heal you, that’s all you need to know.”

It turned out to be a syringe and a small vial. He watched as the tracker inserted the needle into the vial and drew the liquid into the syringe. The tracker injected most if it into johns shoulder and the rest into the sprained ankle.

John watched in disbelief as his shoulder healed before his eyes.

“What the hell is that stuff? My shoulder is healed up, and my ankle feels as if nothing happened.”

“We call it Healitall. It’s a synthetic drug that will cure just about everything.”

“Why didn’t you use it after the first cat fight?”

“For the same reason as the guns. It’s technology and we always try to do things naturally if possible. We should get out fo here,” the tracker said.

Testing his ankle, John shook his head in wonder.

“Okay, let’s go!” he said.

Weaponless, the four men sought a way out.
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As they made their way out, John was worried about his sword. Without it he felt helpless.

Shaking his head, he put the thought out of his mind for the moment.

The group carefully sneaked through the house, checking each room they came to for their weapons, or any weapons for that matter.

On rounding the corner in a corridor, they came across a substantial door. They had no idea as to what lay beyond. The tracker placed his ear to the door.

“I can hear nothing,” he announced.

“Try to open it,” suggested one of the others.

“You try,” the tracker said to John.

John looked at the massive, heavy wooden door.

“It looks heavier than the place in which we were locked in. But I guess I can give it a try.”

John braced himself against the frame and kicked with his right leg, so the sole of his right foot slammed into the door level with the lock. There was a loud crack that came from the other side of the door.

“That was the hinge, give it another try,” said the tracker.

“Let me try something a little different. Wait a moment,” John said, turning and walking back down the corridor. Then he turned and ran full pelt towards the door, jumping at the last moment and smashing both feet against the door, with all the weight of his body behind the slam.

The door shattered like glass, with splinters of wood showering all within range. John, now in a heap inside the room, stood up, brushed the fragments off himself and grinned.

The others entered and they all looked around them. It was a storage room, containing over a hundred robotic beasts and many spare parts. There were cats, hippos and everything in between. None moved, but they all knew that it was only a matter of time.

“Oh crap! If only I had my sword!” said John, looking at his hand and trying to will his sword to it.

Suddenly, they all heard the sound of something crashing through a series of hard structures, like wood and stone.

“What’s happening? Where’s that noise coming fr….?” The tracker never got to finish his question.

Some debris fell from the ceiling, so the men scattered, fearful of another attack. It wasn’t an attack, but more debris fell, to be followed by the sword. It freed itself from the wood and plaster, hovering in the air just in front of John.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about," he said, grabbing the sword.

As he did so, the sword imparts to John the memory of an attack. Following the memory, John ran his hand down the blade. As his hand passed down the blade, sparks emanate from the blade, showering into the room. John spins in a circle like a top and comes to a stop with a circle of electricity around him. He slams the sword into the ground and a massive shockwave like a E.M.P. blast shuts everything down. An aroma of burned-out circuits filled the air, with an eerie light coming from the blade and the man who held it.

“Hey, John, are you alright?” the tracker asked.

“Huh?” replied John, feeling weird.

“You hair, it’s growing longer,” one of the men said.

“Yeah, and it’s changed colour!” said another.

John shook his head, noticing a change.

“You’re right, it does feel a bit longer. My chest is tight, but, hey, what the hell, we need to get out of here,” he said, leading the way through another door from the store.

Not wanting to be left behind, the group followed John, but as they caught up, they encountered the first trap.

The first was a huge hammer that was released as John passed under it. He caught it in mid-swing with a right hook and sent it flying down the corridor, where it crashed into the wall with a loud bang.

The next trap came some distance afterwards. This time, a large, round boulder fell from the ceiling as they approached. It hit the floor and rolled towards them. It was too big to get past, but they didn’t need to. John simply kicked it once and it shattered into thousands of dust particles.

“I’m getting fed up with this place,” John said, as he turned to the others. “Look, meet me at the end. I’m going to clear the way for you.”

With that, he ran at full speed, destroying every trap he passed until he encountered an even bigger door.

He tred to kick it, but this one wasn’t giving too easily. Feeling strangely tired, John sat down to wait on his friends to come and help. However, as soon as he let his head rest against the wall, he fell asleep.

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JOHN'S DREAM WORLD

John awoke to discover that he was in a white room. In the middle of the room was a pedestal, and on the pedestal was his sword.

Feeling light-headed, he walked over to the sword with the intention of picking it up and leaving. When he was about five feet away the sword rose into the air and started to glow brightly and spin round. As John watched, mesmerised, he saw the sword change into a beautiful woman wearing leather armor.

The woman began to speak. It was in no language John had ever heard, but he understood every word.

"I am the sword that you have found. I was forged at the beginning of time when the blast that created the universe. II was forged with enough compressed metal to equal three suns. I possess a soul, and can grant my soul and all my power to anyone I choose to wield me. That person will, in due time, become an immortal god or goddess. My name is Gentex.”

“So, what am I doing here, Gentex?" asked a bemused John.

“I have chosen you to wield the sword. So you may expect to undergo many changes in a short space of time. You may not like the changes at first, but, believe me, in time you will understand why they are necessary.”

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John was suddenly awake, to find himself sitting on the floor by the door The tracker was shaking him.

“Wake up, John, we have to get going!” said the tracker.

“Fine, let’s go. Just let me and Gentex open this damn door,” he said, lifting the sword.

“Who is Gentex?” one of the men asked.

John looked baffled for a moment, but then shook his head.

“My sword, of course. It has a name, you know.”

With one swipe, he cut the door open with the sword. Beyond the shattered door they look into what could only be the laboratory of the evil man they sought.

Not twenty feet away if that man, looking alarmed as the door shattered with one mighty blow. He was working on another robotic beast. He looked surprised to see them.

“I thought you’d take a little longer to get through the door. But, hey, I guess I was wrong. Now, what shall I do next? Oh, I know. How about this?”

With that, he grabbed a glass vial, throwing it onto the floor next to him. Instead of splashing everywhere, the liquid, that appeared strangely metallic, spread in a direct blob, heading towards the feet of the man himself.

He laughed as the metal climbed up his legs, covering him within seconds. As it covered him, the men watched as it started to take form, like armor, but also like a beast. When complete, the man stood before them dressed in what appeared to impenetrable armor designed to look like a cross between a gorilla and a bear.

Before John of his companions could react, the man struck quickly, knocking John’s sword from his hand. It slithered across the room, so John watched, hearing the shots of his friends shooting at the man in the animal armor.

sorry its been a while sense the last chapter i hope to get more up soom and feel free to leave comments.

after the sword was knocked out of johns hand the mad man moves in and kills one warrior by ripping him in half and injured the other by sending several metal spikes though his arms and legs causing him to pass out and knocking out the tracker by sending him flying across the room hitting the wall.

At that point the mad man moved to the center of the room between john and his sword.

john:"so now what are you going to do try to kill me then send more beasts to destroy the village and take their land."

mad man:"so i see you've figured out that much and now that you don't have your sword you should be easy to defeat'"

john:" thats were your wrong."

willing his sword to come to him john thought 'gentex come to me' the sword went though the mad man's chest the get to john.

madman:" how can this be."As john cuts the madman in half.

then john puts both the warrior and tracker on his shoulders and carrys him out side the building and sets them next to the front gate and went to find a vehicle to help get the other two back to the village. after he found aa vehicle it took a while to get back to the village. when he finally got the two men back to the village he stopped the vehicle and came to a stop next to the chiefs hut.

"these men are hurt and need medical attention."

The villagers run to help the two that were hurt, as john walked in to the chiefs hut.

chief" You've returned so what news do you have."

" two men were lost the others injured."

"That isn't good news, and about our problem?"

"No longer a threat to you or your people. but now I must leave soon."

"I figured you would want to leave soon but tonight we must feast and reward you for saving us."

"then let us feast tonight but I must leave tomorrow."

"Then we are in agreement, and as for your reward for helping us is this it is our newist invention it a bracelet that contains a pocket dimension with in it and its thought activated. just think about opening it and what you want out if it and to put stuff in. now lets go and eat."

early morning the next day

john wakes up before anyone else and unsheathes his sword presses the button and slices though the air opens a portal thinking about his home and his friends.

next time will john return home or end up somewhere else!!!!!!!!

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