The Two Swords.
The History Museum of Kashmir, a place filled with culture and history. The place was silent, only the sounds of the security guards passing by could be heard. The artifacts in the museum were made visible by tiny lights in their cases, so that they could be seen by the guards. There was, however, one artifact that was not kept lit in the museum. Now that you think of it, it had never been lit in its’ case at all.
This particular artifact was kept in shrouded shadows from the moment it was kept on display. But there was something different about tonight – it let out a glow. The light was not bright enough to be noticed by the guards, but it was bright enough to show a vague outline of what the artifact looked like – a sword. After a while of great illumination, it slowly faded away.
The following morning was pleasant and dry. There was an issue with the climatic conditions in Azad Kashmir which could almost be considered dangerous. A 25 year-old college graduate, Suleman Mansoor, was just about to enter the History Museum. Suleman is not well-built, in fact, he was as skinny as could be, but he was very knowledgeable in medieval history. As he reached the gate, he recognized one of the guards to be, his best friend, Saad.
“How goes the business, Saad?” Suleman asked. Unlike Suleman, Saad was very fit; he was muscular to an extent that he could be considered a professional wrestler. But he and Suleman had been friends since they were in kinder-garden. Saad smiled when he saw Suleman walking up the stairs.
“I’m 25 years-old and I’m a security guard for a museum. You tell me how it’s going.” Said Saad; in a rather joking tone. Saad was actually pretty curious, especially when Suleman came to the Museum on a Sunday.
“What are you doing here at this time anyway?” Saad asked
“I just wanted to see the Medieval Exhibit.”
“Again?” said Saad, sounding rather annoyed. “Almost every time I see you here, you come with your laptop bag and a folder in your hand and want to see the exhibit. What’s so special about it anyway?”
“I just want to make sure my research doesn’t have any flaws. That’s all.” said Suleman, sounding serious.
“You haven’t changed one bit from high school have you?” Saad asked in a form of a joke, even though it was true. Suleman, since childhood, actually has been doing nothing but research for his homework, tests, assignments and research on his favorite subject – Medieval Studies. Even after 10 years, Suleman was still doing research, and what better place to do it than the Museum.
“What can I say, it’s like a part of me.” said Suleman, still smiling. Saad also smiled and let Suleman into the Museum. Suleman was able to catch a glimpse of the key used to open the door. The key had a small ‘M’ on the center of the key. It was also looking as if it was burnt from an explosion of some sort, but Suleman was not really curious. After a few turns of the key, a loud ‘click’ sound was heard, the door opened and Suleman successfully entered the museum.
On entering the Museum, Suleman felt at home. There was enough space to put an entire military army in it. Ironically enough that was only in the military exhibit. Next to it was the exhibit that made him happy – The Medieval Exhibit. Suleman quickly took out his laptop and began his research.
Several hours have passed and Suleman was still doing his research while going through the files, folders and the information on his laptop. Saad entered and watched from a distance. All he could see Suleman do was yawn and turn the pages in his folders.
“Hey Suleman, it’s time to close the Museum.” said Saad, “You’ve been working on this since morning.”
“It hasn’t been that long has it?” asked Suleman, almost confused.
Saad looked at his watch and looked towards Suleman, “It’s five minutes to midnight man, we’re almost about to close the Museum down.”
“Damn!” yelled Suleman, “I was in here working that long?”. Suleman immediately let out a big and loud yawn. “I couldn’t tell.”
Saad began to laugh and helped Suleman get up, “You should really let it go man. You’ve been working on this project as long as I’ve known you and you’re still at it.”
“Yea but things might be different for me soon.” said Suleman as he packed his things back into his bag, “One of these days this little ‘project’ will get me somewhere.”
Saad thought it was a joke. He knew that having knowledge of medieval history was not an important thing to be known for in Kashmir, let alone in Pakistan. However, he was glad that Suleman finally had some confidence in himself to be able to say this.
“I’m closing the Museum in 3 minutes.” said Saad as he left the exhibit, “Outside or not, I’m closing the door.”
Suleman gave out a chuckle as he picked up his bag. He looked at one more artifact before he left. There was a sword on display in the museum which looked very unusual to him.
The sword’s handle was golden but looked as if it had something engraved in it in a language he couldn’t understand. To him, it looked normal, but there was something about it that he couldn’t shake off.
“Why is this sword so familiar?” he thought to himself as he looked at it further. Suddenly, Suleman felt a hand on his shoulder which caused him to turn around lifting a fist. It was Saad, scared.
“Are you okay, man?” said Saad, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Suleman continued to look at the Sword again, “It’s this sword. Something about this sword just makes me think that I’ve seen it somewhere before.”
Saad suddenly looks worried by what Suleman was saying, “What does he know?” he thought as he looked at the sword as well.
Suddenly, the clock struck midnight. A sound could be heard from the sword. Along with it the sword began to glow. The sound at first was very vague but after a few seconds, both Saad and Suleman could hear the message.
“The Star.” The Sword said.
“The what?” asked Suleman.
“The Star’s light will rise and the dark shall fall.” said the sword, sounding very weak.
“The star’s light?” asked Suleman, sounding as confused as ever. Saad carefully listened to the Sword and was scared, “No, it can’t be.” He said to himself. After a few minutes of glowing the sword stopped.
Suleman was petrified. He quickly looked at Saad who stood shocked.
“What was that?” asked Suleman as he tried to shake some sense back to Saad. Saad was immediately turning away and took Suleman with him.
“It was nothing.” said Saad as he took him outside the museum. “You should really get back home and take some rest. All this working must be making you hallucinate things.
Suleman was still confused on what was happening, but he agreed with Saad. He got out of the museum and into his car and began to drive back home. Saad was still outside and both of them waved to each other as they waved to each other goodbye and Suleman took off.
After Suleman’s car disappeared from Saad’s view, the smile suddenly disappeared from his face. All that he had was anger, complete and utter rage. He quickly ran back into the Museum and opened a door, far away from all the exhibits. There was a sign on the door written “Basement: For important artifacts only.”
Saad went down the stairs and turned on the light. There was nothing in sight in the basement except for him and another case which held a sword. The sword was not the same as the one which spoke to Suleman just now. It’s blade was not just straight, but had a pattern of spike looking blades coming out of the sides. There was a giant skull and cross-swords on the top center of the hilt of the blade.
Saad went closer to the sword and knelt in one knee. “I know who it is.” he told the sword. Immediately the skull’s eyes began to glow read as he spoke.
“Then it is time, my apprentice.” said the skull with a small evil laugh.
Saad was suddenly certain on what he had to do. He opened up the case and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, buddy.” he said to himself as he grabbed the sword and lifted it up in the air.
Suleman was in his home working on his computer. He didn’t sleep at all. He knew what he saw and was sure that it wasn’t an hallucination. He quickly went onto a search site and wrote the following:
“The Star’s light will rise and the Dark shall fall.”
Upon hitting search, he received many replies revolving around only one subject – The Black Knight. Suleman was amazed that all this was resulting to his information. Although Suleman knew everything there was to know about him, he couldn’t believe that he may have left something.
He started to read the information and the imaged shocked him. He quickly got his coat and ran back outside the house. In the picture, there was The Black Knight holding a sword completely identical to the sword he saw in the museum. There only one difference which made him go into shock. The hilt was not the same as the one in the museum.
Meanwhile, at the museum, Suleman made it and began to run towards the door. He was surprised to see that there was no lock on the door. He immediately entered the museum and started looking around.
“Saad!” he yelled as he looked around, “Are you here?”, there was no answer. Suddenly he felt a strike from behind him which caused him to fly towards the Medieval Exhibit and knocked over a picture of the knight of the round table.
Suleman’s shook his head to see again. All he could see a blurry vision of a man in a red and black armor. The armor also had a black skull on its chest and cross swords at the back of the skull.
“Who are you?” asked Suleman; frightened by the person. The sword in his hand glowed with a dark aura.
“I’ve must have hit you too hard.” Said the figure, laughing, “Because I can’t believe you could forget your own best friend.”
Suleman was in shock after hearing those words. He could not believe what he just said. “Saad?” said Suleman, “Is that you?”.
“Oh I’m not Saad anymore.” said the figure as he raised his sword and pointed it towards Suleman. “Call me….The Marauder.”
The Marauder then began to moved his sword towards Suleman to slash him, but Suleman quickly slid down and rolled away. The Marauder was very happy about this. He actually thought he would have some fun killing him.
“Why are you doing this Saad?” Said Suleman as he tried to run away and hid behind artifacts.
“Did you really think I wanted to do this.” said Saad as he broke through every artifact in the Exhibit. “I’m doing this because this is my destiny!”
“You heard me!” said The Marauder, sounding much more furious. It’s our destiny to fight! You’re the Star.”
Suleman still didn’t know what he was talking about. Suleman was now slowly moving back away as possible. “What do you mean by that?” he yelled as he back away, hoping it would distract him. Apparently the attempt was successful.
“The Star is the Descendent of The Black Knight!” yelled the Marauder as he kept on looking for Suleman. “You have the power to wield the Sword of Toor.”
Suleman was again confused but he knew what the sword of Toor was. The powerful Sword used by The Black Knight during the early days of the reign of the kingdom of toor. Suleman was still slowly crawling backwards until he accidentally hit a podium and a glass case fell which contained a sword.
The sound of shattered glass helped The marauder in finding Suleman. He jumped in mid air and was floating towards Suleman in great speed.
“Use the Sword!” Suleman heard. He turned to the direction of the shattered glass and saw the sword of Toor. As The Marauder gained closer towards Suleman, he grabbed the Sword.
On grabbing the sword, there was a flash of light which caused The Marauder to be blinded for a minute and made him fall back into a podium. The only thing heard by Marauder was a high pitch scream which later turned to a strong grunt.
When the light fainted, Suleman was no where to be seen. The only person shown was a tall buffed man in a green suit. However a short amount of his wrists were white and there was symbol of a crescent moon from his right shoulder to the left part of his chest. There was also a star in front of the star in the direct center. The symbol was the same as the image of the Pakistan Flag.
“Saad.” said the figure as he walked closer. “You heart has been corrupted by Evil. And I shall vanquish it.”
“And who are you supposed to be?…Tinkerbell?” Asked The Marauder, but the figure jumped towards him and both the swords clashed against each other.
“I’m Starlight!” yelled the figure as he pushed the sword further in order to attack Marauder. But The Marauder was strong enough to move away and run.
“You may have a new power Suleman.” said The Marauder as he was running away, “But I have something that will defeat you.”
In that moment, The Marauder threw his sword in the air and it instantly split into two swords. He quickly grabbed the two swords and began to run towards Starlight.
Starlight was able to sense The Marauder coming towards him and hurried in blocking him. The Marauder then brought out his second sword and moved it towards his knee, but Starlight quickly jumped in the air and tried to slash the sword out of his hand, but due to The Marauder’s movement, the sword slashed the Marauder through his chest.
Starlight was suddenly sad at this attack and quickly turned back into Suleman. But the body was no longer there, only the costume which remained lifeless. Suleman could hear an evil laughter in the Museum.
“You may have won this battle.” said the voice, “But I’ll be back even stronger.”
Suleman was now angry. His best friend was possessed by an evil force and turned against him because the sword chose Suleman. He wasn’t the best friend he knew from his childhood.
“I swear to you Saad,” said Suleman as he grabbed the hilt of his sword tight, “I will save you from this evil. I will stop this evil from causing any more damage to this world.”
Suleman then walked out of the museum, hopping to fulfill this promise for his friend and for the world.