|Evil Iron. (standard:fantasy, 1441 words)|
|Author: Oscar A Rat||Added: Jul 19 2020||Views/Reads: 198/106||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Many thousands of years ago, long before the dawn of human history, on a dark night a long streak of flame surged across the heavens.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Tying the pig's feet together with a strip of sinew from its own intestines, Oog waited for it to bleed out then slung it over his shoulder for the long trip back to his family. Later that year, Oog's tribe suffered through a run of bad luck. The hunting turned lousy. Half the tribe became ill and died. They prayed to their gods, but to no avail. By the time the weather turned warm again, they were down to only a half-dozen individuals. When they left for their summer home, with no way to carry them, they had to leave much of their meager possessions behind. Oog did take his "lucky" piece of gray iron. The next spring, another family came upon a scattering of corpses along with their possessions. The unlucky group was rotting, torn and half eaten by wild animals. Of course they picked over the meager goods. One of the items they took with them was a large, rounded, piece of iron. It felt so good in the leader's hand, and might be useful. That tribe was soon overtaken by a larger one, and were either killed or enslaved. The leader of the new tribe kept the piece of iron. It became his "lucky" piece. He had one of his slaves, who was artistic, scratch holy symbols onto the rounded meteorite. Although his tribe would, in their turn, have bad luck the piece of sky iron would become a religious symbol even a god to the various tribes which later owned it. Over the next centuries, the piece of unlucky iron saw many hundreds of people die who owned or spent any time near it. By some quirk of human nature, the carved chunk was always considered "lucky." *** In the year 1415, the iron meteor, still showing faint tracings of cave-art, came into the possession of a blade-smith in Romania. He heated the piece of raw iron and pounded it into a short sword. Being already purified by fire in its descent, it held a proper edge. Though small and light, the new blade was strong and sharp. Taking his time, the blacksmith inlaid the sword with semi-precious stones. Attaching a jeweled hilt, he eventually sold it to a local nobleman. That man was Prince Vlad Tepes, who had aspirations to the throne of Romania, a position which his brother held. Later Vlad would become famous as Count Dracula. For the first time, the iron did not bring bad luck at least not to its owner. Possibly because it was very bad luck to his enemies. It was used to kill many of them. After his death, the sword disappeared. It surfaced hundreds of years later in a collection owned by Adolf Hitler. Subsequently he went from a world leader to a corpse in a very few years, taking millions with him. After his death, the sword disappeared again, taken by an American soldier as a souvenir. *** After that war, the soldier left the military. He hung his stolen sword over a fake fireplace in his new home built with a government loan. Soon after, things began going bad for him. He took to drinking and beating his wife. They lost their first baby at childbirth and the second was a thalidomide baby, born without limbs. The drunken father lost his job and was faced with insurmountable bills. He committed suicide with the sword. His wife lost track of the weapon. It next showed up as the favorite weapon of a man who killed eight hookers with it in L.A. He kept it, between uses, in a special homemade sheath under the dashboard of his car. The serial killer was never caught, or even suspected. Hookers disappear often in that area. He died in a car crash on the interstate while evading police. When his wrecked auto was was searched by forensic experts, the short sword, more a large dagger, was found and eventually shined, gold plated and inscribed To Governor George W. Bush for Meritorious Service. It was then given to the governor of Texas, leading to a million innocent people being killed in the Middle-East for little or no reason. Right now, it molders inside a crate in the White House basement, waiting to be classified and stored along with other memorabilia, soon to see the light of day once again. The End. Tweet
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