Lions Bane

Alexander approached the tomb, gazing at the sword. It was beautiful, the hilt had a large diamond planted into the center and the blade was pure steel. He reached out and took the blade. Strangely it weighed almost nothing and was a perfect fit for him.

"Ah, you found my sword." A voice said in Alexander's head.

He jumped. "Who are you?" He asked, looking around.

"You can't see me." The voice said, exasperated. "I have and always will speak directly into the head of the bearer."

"Oh, ok." Alexander said, sounding a little confused.

"I am Alexander the Great, your namesake, and that blade you are holding is my sword. Now, you must exit my broken tomb." Alexander the Great said.

"Ok... How do I get out?"

"Oh yes. I nearly forgot there is a door handle hidden in the wall opposite where you entered." Alexander the Great said.

Alexander approached the opposite wall and gripped the handle.

"Before you go in," Alexander the Great said suddenly. "On the other side of the door there will be a, hmm how do I put this? Trial. Yes, yes a trial to prove yourself worthy of the sword." He seemed to be saying this with a evil grin on his face.

Alexander swallowed and warily opened the door, creeping forward. Bones littered the ground; it seemed others had attempted to claim the sword but all, by the looks of it, had failed. The bones were cracked in half, the marrow having been sucked dry.

Suddenly a large lioness leaped out of the darkness. Alexander ducked, barely avoiding the razor sharp claws. The lioness was a golden color with pure white teeth; it was much larger than an average lioness and also, by the look of it, much quicker.

Alexander readied the sword and awkwardly stabbed at the lion. He missed by a mile, as should be expected by someone who had absolutely no sword training. The lioness dodged around him and raked his back with her claws.

Alexander screamed in pain, almost dropping the sword, but suddenly it started glowing a blinding white. The lioness stepped back, not used to the light.

"Kid, you did it! You've awoken the power of the sword!" Alexander the Great said with glee.

Just then Alexander knew exactly what to do. He threw the sword at the lion. It arced and stabbed directly between the lioness's eyes. The lioness slumped to the ground, dead. The sword flew back to its new masters hand and stopped glowing.

A doorway opened up and daylight flooded in. Alexander hobbled out of the tomb and back into the city.