This is the story of scales
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Hello, you can call me jack that’s what most people call me, but to my closest friends and to all my enemies I am known as scales, but let’s not get ahead of our selves. Until not to long ago I was just a normal teenage with normal problems like getting a date for the up coming dance, homework and all those other things teenagers freak out about, but then one day I inherited all the positions of a recently deceased uncle I never know I had. Apparently my mother who died when I was very young was this uncle’s favorite relative, after my mothers death my family on her side chose to have as little to do with me as possible.
When I went to see what exactly I had inherited. As I was roaming around my late uncle’s house I came upon I very unusual collection a collection of weapons, but what caught my attention were the three weapons in a standing glass case in the center of the room. The three weapons were a scythe on the left which looked as if it belonged to the grim reaper himself, a bow on the right with looked as if it had fell from the heavens, and in the center was a broadsword with the tip of the handle made to look like a dragons head and the handle itself its neck.
As I gazed at those three weapons I knew I had to have a better look at them then I realized I could for they were mine, as I grab the broadsword there was a sudden and blinding glow that caused me to let go of the sword and back away. When the light subsided the scythe and bow were gone and the sword appeared to look different some how, but all of a sudden I felt a burning pain in my left arm the one I reached for the sword with. On my arm was scar of a serpentine like dragon spiraling down my arm the head of the dragon rested on the back of my hand and the tail on my shoulder.
I left for home immediately I choose not to tell my father about what had taken place, he probably wouldn’t have believed me any way. The next day I went back and as I arrived a van driven by the lawyer who handled the inheritance drove of when I went to the room with the collection of weapons to my horror I saw that all of my uncle’s weapons including the broadsword were gone I then thought the lawyer. Earlier that day I had experienced some pretty peculiar things. Some things such as when I began to think about one of the most embarrassing things I began to get embarrassed once again and my skin began to change color like a chameleon, which is just one of the strange incidences that I experienced.
I began looking in the library to figure out what was happening, what that light was, what this is on my arm and were the heck the scythe and bow went. I found my answer in a very old looking book it had a drawing of the three weapons. It said that every couple hundred years someone very special would be born and the three weapons would somehow fall into the position of this person. It goes on to say that when that person touches one of the weapons that the weapons would combine in a blinding light and the person would be for ever marked with the sign of the power given by the weapons the good power of heaven by the bow the evil power of hell by the scythe and the neutral power of the of dragon which gives the power of all creatures scaled real or mythical to that person, but the two other powers of heaven and hell the power of the strongest angel and the most powerful demon which from then forth reside in the body of the person. These powers can be both a gift and a curse.
I decided I had to get the sword back. I tracked down the lawyer it was dusk by the time I had found him.
