Chapter One
“Is it morning already?” thought Nick. “It feels like I just went to sleep.”
Nick rose slowly from his bed. He was 5’8” and 185 pounds with broad shoulders and long arms and torso and shorter legs. He had just been awakened by his clock radio and he moved to turn down the volume to a reasonable level. He then went and woke his brother Zack up and got started on getting ready for school. He fed both of the dogs and started making his own breakfast.
Nick finished making his breakfast and sat down at his computer. He had the internet opened to Facebook and Twitter. He finished his breakfast and got changed for school into a pair of jeans a t-shirt and put his faded Indian Jones Fedora on his Strawberry Blond hair.
After saying goodbye to his parents Nick got into his car and drove to his school in Carmichael, CA. Arriving at Sacramento Adventist Academy he walked from his car to his first class of the day. One of his friends came up to him and started talking.
“Hey Nick. How’s it going?” asked Lucas.
“Going well. You?” replied Nick.
“It’s going fine. You ready for Bible class?”
“Is anyone truly ready for dealing with Mrs. Rasmussen? Especially if you don’t agree with her?”
“You’ve got a point there.”
“Did we have any homework? I can’t remember.”
“Not that I remember.”
“Thanks”
“You’re welcome.”
With that they went to their seats in Bible class and Nick was forced to sit through a lesson on theology that he no longer agreed with. He had stopped believing in most Adventist doctrine after the eighth grade when his family started going to Bayside Church of Granite Bay. After that class the rest of the day flew by and he went back home. After arriving at his house he went to his room and started on his homework. He was going along when all of a sudden there was a bright flash and all of a sudden a sword was sitting on his bed. He screamed out in surprise which caused his dad to come to the room.
“What happened? Are you ok?” His Dad asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine there was a bright flash and that sword appeared on my bed!” Nick replied.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously.”
“How did it get there?”
“If I knew the answer to that question I would be able to tell you wouldn’t I?”
Just then the doorbell rang interrupting their conversation. Nick stayed in his room while his dad, Mike, went to the door to see who it was. He opened the door and was greeted by a man in a sharp business suit and when he spoke he had an English accent.
“Hello Mr. Wilcox my name is John Cleese, and I believe you are going to want to know why I am here.” He said.
“That would be lovely.” Replied Mike.
“Well I believe that your son has recently come into possession of a sword.”
“Yes how did you know?” Mike said with a confused tone.
“It would be best if I came inside to explain.”
Cleese came in and Mike led him into the family room.
“It would be best if your wife and your son were here with us. Oh! And make sure your son has the sword with him.” Cleese said.
“Sure thing.” Mike replied. He went and got his wife, Teresa, and Nick. They all walked in and sat down on the sectional in the family room. After they were settled Cleese started his spiel on why his was there.
“I am a member of an organization called The Guardians. It is our job to teach and help young Slayers defeat Vampires and the other forces of darkness.” Started Cleese, “At any point in time there is one Slayer in the entire world. One male teenager destined to defend humanity from the Vampires and the other forces of darkness. It is his job to make sure the Vampires don’t overrun humanity.”
“And how am I supposed to do this?” asked Nick. “I’m only 18 years old. How am I expected to be able to save humanity?”
“Don’t you think this is a big responsibility for an 18 year old?” asked Teresa. “What if he fails?”
“It isn’t like we choose who the Slayer is going to be.” Replied Cleese. “The sword travels to whoever the next Slayer is. And if he fails all of humanity is enslaved and used as food for the Vampires and other dark races.”
“Other races?” Inquired Mike. “What are the other races?”
“We’ll get to those when we need to.” Replied Cleese.
“What if I don’t want to do it?” Nick Asked.
“There is an issue. You can’t walk away more than a few feet from the scabbard.” Cleese replied to stunned faces. “There is a failsafe incantation put in to keep the sword from being forgotten or stolen. See only the Slayer can have the sword out of the scabbard, so that the sword cannot be stolen.”
“What happens if I walk away from it?”
“You suffer immense pain.”
“Well then I guess that settles it.”
“Thank you Nick. The world will be indebted to you. And another thing no one can know what you are.”
“How am I supposed to explain the sword strapped to my back?”
“It can be shrunken down to fit in you backpack while at school.”
“Ok, when will I see you again?”
“Tomorrow, I am the new librarian at your school. If you have any questions you can find me in the Library.”
“Ok see you tomorrow.”
“Goodbye Nick.”
After that Cleese left the house leaving the family to contemplate their circumstances.
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