Jack was a thief from humble beginnings and a complicated past. For reasons that I shall not get into right now, Jack had three unique traits. First, he was incredibly fast and agile and strong enough to pull his weight as he climbed the side of a building. Secondly, he had a voice in his head. Jack was unsure if this voice was his imagination or some kind of spirit that possessed him. Third, he had a short sword that he received from his father. This blade is sturdy and sharp even though it is a very old sword and the carvings on the blade are in an ancient language. Jack’s full story and explanations are being put into a book that I have been working of for years. Last five years or so, off and on. But without further delay, let us enjoy a new set of short stories called. “Jack’s adventures”
In the distant hills of Garogh kingdom, a lone thief and traveler walked, muttering to himself. This man was Jack. He wore sturdy brown boots, black pants, white shirt, thick, fingerless work gloves and a green cloak. the cloak was the only piece of clothing that he had since he was a child. Two things Jack always had with him, were his sword and his cloak.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this” Jack muttered to himself. “Because of all the reward that await us, Jack” Replied a strange voice in Jack’s head. The voice was named Ack. Jack named ‘him’ when he first started hearing the voice.
Jack was on his way to a grand tournament, if he found a way to register then beat all of the fiercest warriors in the kingdom, he would get a magical artifact as a prize. Jack didn’t care about power, but Ack insisted that this item would help in their travels and keep Jack alive longer in these dangerous times.
The terrain was all hills and rocks even the roads were uneven. Jack was in good shape, but walking uphill all day on a rocky surface was starting to wear on him. The city of boulder ridge came into view. Jack would be able to rest here, then head onto the capital city of Gor.
“Are you a contestant in the arena?” Asked a tall man, standing between Jack and the city. this man was seven feet tall and weighed more than twice what Jack weighed. The Garogh people were naturally big though. “Who are you and why would you randomly assume that?” Asked Jack, trying his best to avoid trouble. “Name is Ulk and I am competing in the tournament. You are armed, you are foreign and your headed toward the city where the tournament is being held. Tourists wouldn’t come out this far. The land is too rough. This means we are both competing and though I am sure I could beat you in a fair fight, I would rather not take this risk. If you do not mind, I will have to kill you before you enter the city” Ulk replied.
Jack sighed heavily “I told you this was a bad idea” Jack muttered to Ack. Then he drew his sword, an ancient blade, but still incredibly sharp. Ulk didn’t seem to be armed and since Ulk only wore short leather pants and a tunic, he didn’t have a way to conceal a weapon. Jack wouldn’t go easy on the guy, Ulk mentioned not wanting a fair fight, so Jack was on guard.
Ulk charged toward an already exhausted Jack. The ground shook under the giants stomping feet. In an instant, Jack was gone. Like a wolf, he moved swiftly along the ground, running behind Ulk before the giant could blink. Jack slashed across Ulk’s legs. Instead of yelling or falling to the ground, ulk swung around and swatted Jack like a fly. Jack toppled backward, smacking against rocks as he went.
Ulk smiled “alright, enough fun. I will not waste my energy on you. I need it for the tournament in two days” He said. then from behind Ulk, more men came into view. They were smaller than Ulk but still large. They held clubs and axes and walked menacingly closer.
“This is bad” Jack muttered. For some reason Ack didn’t respond. This was bad because as a last resort Jack would depend on Ack for a quick boost in strength. Jack charged at the group, his out, ready to fight for his life. The group of men smashed their weapons down on Jack, missing each time. their attacks slowly got more accurate and Jack was running out of places to run. Dodge an axe, then he would slash one of them, then jump away from a club, then he would slash, then roll, then attack, then dodge. He kept this up but was getting so tired.
As Jack fought for his life, his sword began to glow a pale blue. Energy surrounded it and all of Jack’s attacks grew stronger. Each slash would send one of the giants stumbling, no matter were the strike was located. Blue energy then started to surround his body. The sword was protecting Jack when the situation looked dire. Despite having this new ability, Jack still wasn’t winning, just surviving. He injured a few men, but there were so many he couldn’t fight them all.
Then he heard thunder crack and clouds formed over Jack, then in a blink of an eye, lighting shot down, striking Jack and electrocuting the surrounding giant men, leaving only Ulk alive. Ulk stared in terror. Lighting struck, killing everyone and there wasn’t even a cloud in the sky.
Moments later Jack reappeared in a flash of light. Ulk ran off, afraid it might be witchcraft or sorcery. Jack stumbled along the ground, worn from the fight and now with a fresh wound. Someone shot a metal ball at him and it went deep into his arm. Jack had never seen such a weapon and hoped to never see one again.
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