Chapter 2: The Small Guy in a Corner

Eader was at first reluctant to go. However, his body would not allow him to go, he was shivering far too much. He had a reason too. Those guys would definitely beat him up. Eader felt a painful sting in his body. He started crouching down, blinking a lot, then closing his eyes altogether.

'No, no, no, what do I do?'

He was in a dark place, in a cold, lightless abyss. He stopped everything and one person came out: his mother. She was the only person that cared for him properly.

He was mocked at times because of him not getting his weapon as they did, and when he found out he was not getting it, his dad left. But not his mum.

She would always try and find a way to sort it out, she would spend nights on end just to find nothing. Eader found this annoying, however, she had a valid reason, and his dad knew. Eader had a disease called SWORDANCIA.

This disease was rare, but a very annoying one. It was a signal that would always be given to people before they die. This disease would just manifest randomly. In addition, this disease was non-communicable- meaning it was not contagious.

You would be able to compare it to a stroke, as you never know when it will happen. Nobody knows the proper science behind it, nor the magic. The name originated from old English, a name none truly knows its meaning.

Back to his mother, she fights to save the boy as she is too scared for him to die and she hopes she does not fail but wins against him. This persistence makes him want to repay it and to do that he has to make sure to save as much money and to make sure he gets good grades in school.

Eader stood up.

SLAP!

It was a sharp noise, with a tingling sensation. Eader stepped outside, and he cursed for how hot it was.

***

Ms Cumas was walking down the street, then a conspicuous man was walking down too. She was holding her sword, it was a nice shine of a mixture of blue and pink but the hilt was only blue.

This was normal as people showed status and power through it, if they committed a crime they would be in trouble (also a problem with the cameras) and if they were attacked by somebody, they had a sword to protect them. This was the thought process behind the swords in public.

Nobody would look at that sword and think of something special, nobody who did not know. She was wearing a nice summer dress, which fitted her body perfectly. Walking down the hill the man was staring at her, with his dark cloak.

You could not make out his face, but you could tell from his body that he was male.

A grave grin appeared. Ms Cumas was in a tight alleyway, in which cars weren't able to drive through because of the passage. Just about to reach flat ground, the man jumped.

Ms Cumas was unaware of this until the person stopped in front of her, she was so scared she fell in the process. Her sword dropped landing on the floor, rattling like a bell. People saw the commotion, some knew her as a nice lady with a strong will.

Her eyes were the same as her sons but that was the only thing they had between them- also giving an artificial feel. The closest man looked at the black-cloaked man.

"Oy," he screamed, "what are you doing to her, leave her alone!" He glanced at him pulling a grey sword from nowhere, then he glanced at her face.

'Oh boy, if I save she must ask me out, I mean look at her. Her beautiful blonde hair, gorgeous lips, smooth white skin, nice figure, too. Would love to do it here, I mean that boy may be in the way, but still, nice to have her.'

His mischievous plan aroused other peoples hopes.

Five other men popped up from around the area, all wearing cheap clothes but had different types of clothing. Sadly, all were thinking the same disgusting thing, giving lustful smiles.

These guys were the types of people to snoop around and help a damsel in distress to just trick then and sometimes rape them.

The suspicious man then spoke with a cursed voice so treacherous that even the people far away winced," How pitiful, you disgusting humans, now move insects."

The man with the grey sword gave a murderous intent," how dare you, you *****!"

He moved forward, and slash him with all his force, trying to finish it in one blow, wanting to heavily injure him and get the girl. Unfortunately for him, the black-capped man knew that, so he wanted to embarrass him in front of his ramrod.

He dodged and tripped him up with his foot, the gleeful smile turned into a confused face. They all attacked him at once with good coordination but got knocked down, then the man he knocked out early surprise attacked him.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" he screamed, smiling.

Then he grabbed him by the face,"mammfgdm," he tried to speak but his mouth was covered.

Then he desperately looked at the men lying on the floor, then at Ms Cumas.

"Heee..lllp," he said, with all his power in a quiet voice, but saw her admiring the cloaked man. He looked back at the man in rage however it quickly changed.

He saw the face of the man the woman was admiring and he could tell no remorse was shown, like he was protecting his superior. He slowly and painfully suffocated to death, staring into the man's soul.

The people around were mystified by his power, the reason is these types of people always have ill intentions and they know, sadly unable to do anything.

Two people stood up screaming," come here."

"I am gonna get you."

Now they didn't care about the girl, it was about pride.

They abruptly attacked him, but that abruptness only affected the people around him. They both slashed with their swords, but missed, and for that losing both their heads, from the black-iron sword.

One of the people staring thought: Amazing the sword looks intimidating and evil but the presence it gives off justice and is calm about it, something you don't see every day.

The person that thought that smiled.

The cloaked man killed the people that were on the floor.

"I don't accept weaklings that fight me!" He screamed, then he turned but the lady was gone.

The caped man looked dumbfounded and pissed, almost shedding a tear.

"Took me ******* ten months to find her," he mumbled.

He sighed.

Where is she?

The people looked at him in shock, he moved on looking for the lady.

A person on the phone at the scene saw the murder and called the police. So when he left, the person told a policeman what happened.

"So you are telling me a black-cloaked man tried to assault a young lady but six men intervened and all died in the process and she ran away and he followed after," checking if he heard everything correctly.

"Yes, that is true," said the witness, still in a bit of shock. Policemen (and women) had arrived at the scene and checked with the witnesses, they all said the same or similar thing.

"Let's get the detective on the case," suggested one of the policemen, all of them agreed lazily.

One of them went out of the huddle and made a call.

To be thinking we need the magic teacher that is a detective, it's good that its summer breaks.

"He's going to be here in a bit," he confirmed, and they all nodded happily.

He was the best detective that is around, and he is a magic detective because he has a strong sword as said by people saved by him. He would normally be called out not too often, however, since this summer the police get to lay back, relax and make him do all the work. But they use him sparingly, not like an object.

"Let's go to the lady's house to see if she's there," one of them mentioned, as they know from a witness that she escaped.

"Yeah, search up the address in the database, and check," the leader ordered, pointing at the police car, where the laptop was.

***

Eader had arrived at the scene. He had to avoid a few places because there was some sort of annoying commotion.

'Some idiot must have murdered some people.'

He joked around.

He had avoided and arrived at the place. The clerk was still there looking as if she was a stone. He ignored her and cautiously approached the object.

When he sensed that there was no trap and them being anywhere to be seen, he took a sigh of relief. He picks it up, finding it in good condition- actually, better.

It is good that they did not find this, hmmmm, looks nicer.

He turned and was about to leave when he spotted something: a wooden sword. Eader at first was confused.

'What is this sword doing here?'

He once again carefully walked closer to it. He was scared it might have been a bomb, then he thought that was ridiculous.

Why would somebody bomb this place? Wouldn't it be better to bomb a police station or something like that?

He chuckled at the unnecessary joke he made and picked it up. Eader felt a bit of pressure on his hand but thought nothing of it. He then giddily smiled, "this is gonna be my first time using this sheath."

People started to enter the area more often, some stared at him. Eader quickly did that and quickly went home.

'A sword.'