It Disappeared?

Luciel slowly awoke with a roaring pain in so many places he couldn't even tell where. The lighting was dull but he could make out a some of his surroundings. He was chained up to a wall, the spear still attached to his hand, and in bad condition. The tendons in his legs were slashed out so even if he broke free of the chains, he couldn't run. Just as he was about to move, he heard someone humming and immediately pretended he was still asleep.

Sven was wandering around adding something to his collection of "treasures." He realized that Sven had taken the stuff he had on him and was putting it in his collection. He did his best to not move an inch and pondered what he should do. His head was pounding as he remembered something. 'Didn't he say something about making sure the spear was stable?' He slightly cracked open his eyelids and stared at the weapon. It had turned even more gold than it was before, and felt even more shocking than before he passed out.

'As long as Sven doesn't know I'm awake I'll have the advantage of surprise. But how the hell am I suppose to kill him, let alone escape.... I should have never came here' Before he could feel anymore emotions he felt something click. His emotions faded away as they did once before due to what he was guessing was his skill. He thought for what seemed to be hours of thinking before he realized what he needed to do. If he could make the spear submit then he would have an even bigger advantage.

But how does one make a spear "submit" is the real question. Deciding to try anything he could think of, he tried talking to the spear through his mind. Surprisingly, it actually worked. He could somehow sense that the spear knew that he was talking to it. Strangely enough, sentient weapons didn't seems so rare. The funny thing was is that he started to remember a few legends with talking weapons. Though those were much more exaggerated as the sword could talk aloud even though it didn't have a mouth or anything.

'Listen, oh great spear, lend me your... uh.. power and I'll...... k....keep you company.....Wait no um.. uh what the hell do you say to convince a spear to like you.' He furrowed his eyebrows thinking of what to say when he felt a warm feeling in his hand. Looked like his bad convincing skills worked. He no longer felt the dull pain in his hand. Slightly smiling before changing his expression to what it was before, he slowly opened his eyes to make sure that cursed monster wasn't there.

Good, he seemed to be alone for now as he glanced around the room seeing no Sven. Hoping the spear wasn't weak, he fumbled with it until he was able to put the blade through one of the chain links. He then exerted a great amount of force upward hoping the chain's would break. He heard a clink as the chains hit the ground. Doing the same to the other side, his arms felt much lighter. 'This isn't the time to be stalling, he might of heard me.' Though the lighting was poor, he could see that he wasn't too far from where that weaponry room was.

He crept along the wall until he found the "main glowy room" and scanned around. No evil Sven around, good. As quiet as he could, he finally made his way to the staircase and glanced back at the room of supposed treasures. It would have been great to take some of it if it weren't for the fact that he thought it was probably just another trap. He only sighed in sadness as he took one last look before he headed up the stairs.

The spear only seemed to become a brighter gold color every so often. Luciel wondered what the deal was with it. Oh well better make sure he's safe before thinking about his new-found weapon. By the time he finally made it to the cellars door, he felt exhausted. Though he was free of the spears pain, that didn't mean he was fine. He hadn't had any water or food for at least half a day. He was also suffering from some type of sickness due to the cold in the cellar.

'Time to get into the fighting spirit spear.' Gritting his teeth, he opened the door only to find that the house was devoid of any life. After doing a through check, there was nothing. No dog, no Sven, no anything really. The prior life and magic from the items seemed to have faded and the house didn't looked like it had been touched in years. He quickly ran out of the house making sure to grab his hat which was for some reason on the cushioned bench before leaving. Slamming, the door, he ran back into the direction where he originally came from.

After deeming he was a safe distance away, he looked back only to find that the cabin was gone. He gasped and his face was full of confusion. "It couldn't have just disappeared could it? No way....."The spear let off a slight warm feeling in his hand when he realized he should get back before it gets too dark. It was almost night as he saw the sun hovering just over the horizon where it would sink a little lower before staying. After he made it back, he restarted his fire and went straight to bed. Hoping that all of what happened was just a dream, keeping the now golden spear right by his side.