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Chapter 7: The Sword of Darkness
A chill went through Davy’s body, knowing that there had been someone, or something, buried here, and that it was so important to keep the burial chamber isolated that there were undead guarding it. And Davy got the feeling that these undead served someone other than Jolly Roger.
Jolly wouldn’t waste his forces on some island that nobody ever has been to. Besides, there isn’t anything worth guarding here on this island, other than this mysterious tomb… but if Jolly wanted this mysterious cursed treasure, he would have taken it for himself… right? Davy pondered this as he walked towards the sarcophagus in the center of the room. He looked at the sarcophagus, where someone, or something, was buried. He examined it, and found carvings all over it. Scenes of death, massacre, and other unspeakable horrors. Davy looked for something telling who or what was in this sarcophagus. He discovered that the area near the head of the sarcophagus was shaped like some sort of demon. The whole sarcophagus was of black marble, and the head was no different. The head portrayed snake-like eyes, wide open, with an opened mouth showing sets of fangs, and a forked tongue.
Finally, Davy found an inscription on one of the sides. It read:
Here lies the defeated god Oberon, king of darkness. Thousands of years ago, before man came about, Oberon decided to overthrow all the other gods that ruled the Earth, and take it for himself. He amassed a huge army of undead and other creatures of darkness, and led them on a conquest to defeat the other gods. Finally, all the gods had been defeated and imprisoned, except for one. Calypso, the sea goddess, would not give up, and she and Oberon had a battle that tore apart the land. Oberon thought he was undefeatable, having all the powers of darkness in his sword; however, Calypso was able to defeat him, using the last of all the gods’ power. She imprisoned him on the very island you are on, and cursed it so that it may never be found. However, Oberon’s followers, before they were all killed, placed a spell on it so that it was possible, however, very improbable, that people may find it.
What is left of Oberon after his battle with Calypso is left here, as well as his sword. His sword still has all the power it originally had, and can make its user undefeatable. But do not dare take it away from this tomb! Or you shall be cursed to stay on this island as an undead for all eternity.
Davy looked up after reading it, at the face carved into the head of the tomb. I can’t take his sword, even if it will let me defeat Jolly Roger. I am of no use if I stay on this island forever… but it may be the only way for me to kill him and avenge my friends and family… there has to be a way to take it without activating its curse…
Davy summoned his voodoo energy, and channeling it through his staff, lifted the top of the coffin up, and moved it to the side. It was much heavier than he thought, and took a toll on him. He rested for a moment. Then he looked into the open sarcophagus. What he saw seemed unearthly.
The body of Oberon looked like a demon from hell. It had horns on it, and looked like it had wings on its back. He was muscular. Other than that, there is no way to describe his frightfulness. Then, resting across his chest, lay his sword. Its hilt was made of some sort of silvery material, except not as lustrous. There was a black onyx in at the base of the hilt. The blade itself was double edged, making it unlike most blades Davy had ever used. The blade black. Not a dark grey, but black. Darkness seemed to spread from it to its nearby areas, causing them to grow darker as well. A small amount of black mist curled off of it. Davy looked directly at it, and regretted it instantly. He was filled with bloodcurdling frights and horrors. Looking into Jolly Roger’s eyes was nothing compared to this. Davy actually felt death when he looked at it. It was indescribable. Davy looked away instantly.
Now how can I remove this blade from here without being cursed… Davy thought. Then he got an idea. He had figured out ways to extract magic from objects, such as a plant, and take it into his own body. Maybe he could extract the curse out of this blade. Not into his body of course, no, Davy didn’t want to think of what would happen to him then. Perhaps he could extract it and channel it directly into something else. Perhaps that rock laying in the corner. Davy moved over to it and brought it near him. Then he looked at the sword. He didn’t get the same horrible feeling he did earlier; perhaps that was a one time thing.
Then he focused on the blade, harder than he had ever focused on anything before. He had only been concentrating on the sword for a few seconds when his mind got attacked by the blade’s dark powers. Davy cried out, but didn’t give up. His forehead beaded with sweat as he tried to resist the dark forces of the sword. He was losing the fight. If he didn’t fight off the blade’s powers soon, he would be consumed by it, and then Lord knows what would happen to him.
I can’t go like this… not now… Davy thought. He kept concentrating, but no matter how hard he tried to resist the sword’s brutal attack on him, it slowly kept crushing his mental defenses. Then, just as Davy was about to give up, a voice in his head spoke. Several actually. He could hear the voice of his mother, and James Hawk, and his brother William. Then he heard his father. His voice, unlike the others, was saying something other than indecipherable mutters.
Don’t give up yet son, keep fighting. His father said. All of the sudden, Davy got a huge surge of energy from within him. Then he forced outward with his mental powers, and before the sword’s brutal attack could close back in, he attacked the sword with his voodoo, and started extracting the curse from it. Slowly, but surely, he transferred it to the rock that lay about two meters away from him. Davy was now drenched in sweat. The whole process took about two minutes. Finally, it was done. Davy collapsed.
He lay on the ground for a few minutes, gasping for breath. Transferring the curse on the sword had taken much more energy than he expected, and he didn’t expect the sword to attack him. Finally, he got back up. He looked at the sword. It still looked the same, but Davy could sense in it that it was ok to pick up. He reached into the sarcophagus to get the sword. As soon as he touched his hilt, he cried out. He was swept away from the tomb, and then saw himself as he was right now, sailing. Then the scene changed, and he saw himself as a middle aged man, sitting inside a ship. Then he saw himself much older, sitting at the head of a table, surrounded by other people, they looked like pirates. Then he saw himself as a sick old man, laying in a bed, surrounded by other people. Then he saw a gravestone, with a coffin being lowered into it. All this happened in about two seconds.
Davy just saw his whole life flash before his eyes, in the course of a few seconds. Davy looked back at the sword. What other secrets can this blade hold? he wondered. It doesn’t matter. It can help me defeat Jolly Roger, and that’s all that matters.
Davy picked it up. I wonder if this thing can help me get off this godforsaken island…
Davy had figured out how to move objects across areas by teleportation, however he had never tried to do it with himself. Just teleporting a small rock would take a toll on his strength. But this sword had almost infinite power, maybe it could help him. Davy decided to try it. He concentrated hard on pulling energy from the sword, and then concentrating on where he wanted to appear. Then, he felt a tingling in his body, and next thing he knew, he was standing on the beach of this mysterious island.
He looked back at the mountain, and heard it rumble again.
Oh lord, it must have figured out that the sword is out of it! The whole mountain is going to cave in! Likely bringing the island down into the depths! I have to get out of here! Davy thought urgently. But where do I go?!
Then he thought again. When a pirate doesn’t know where to go, head to Tortuga, the pirate haven.
He had been there many times when he was a crew member of the Black Swan, and he knew that that was where he should go. He had to assemble a crew, and get a ship. He had to find Jolly Roger, and defeat him, before he started attacking more islands, and killing more people.
Isn’t it ironic that a bloodthirsty pirate such as myself actually cares about saving thousands of people from death… when I plunder ships and kill people myself… Davy wondered. No, this is different. This is not just threatening others, it threatens pirates too, and our freedom. If Jolly isn’t defeated, everyone will be affected, average people, Navy, and pirates alike.
Davy concentrated on an image of the Tortuga swamp, where he should be able to appear without frightening any local townsfolk. He concentrated on it for a little longer, as he felt the rumbling beneath him increase. The island wasn’t going to last much longer. Finally, he felt his body tingling. He opened his eyes right before he left the island. The last view he had of the island that had been his prison and home for the past month, was of it caving in on itself, and going down into the depths.
There is Chapter 7, please please please post your opinions after you read it, I want to know what you think, what I can improve upon, and how to make my writing better. Hopefully my next chapter will be done tomorrow!
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