As John opened the door he felt sunlight hitting his face. The large stone dome that was once the highest point in the village had collapsed and now sunlight was coming through.
He stepped on top of the red carpet that was now almost black of ash. John continued through the throne room past the statues of great heroes. After looking at the statues and paintings for a few seconds he moved on. He walked up to the throne, but went past it and instead opened a door to the right of the throne. The door opened with a creaking sound which didn’t seem to bother John at all. John went up the stairs and took a right into a hall. He almost opened the king’s door when he heard a noise coming from the sword room. John continued down the hall and was met by a louder groan. He opened the door and found the king lying under a pile of rubble.
“John!” The king said.
“My lord, are you alright?” John asked.
He moved a chunk of rubble and saw that the king was heavily wounded. “Sir…”
“There is no time John, take Sleza, our nation’s relic and leave before they get you too.” The king said while groaning once more.
John nodded, he got back on his feet and broke the glass of the display case. John carefully lifted Sleza out of the case.
“You have it, now leave John!” The king yelled.
“Your death won’t be for nothing sir,” John said.
“Thank you son, now leave before they kill you and take the sword,” The king said.
“But how my King?” John asked.
The king took out a walkie-talkie from under his robe an extended the antenna.
“Chuck? Chuck? Are you there Chuck?” The king asked.
The walkie-talkie cracked and a voice came through: ”Yes my lord I’m here.”
“Chuck land your plane and take John with you to France you’ll be save there,” The king said.
“What about you Sir?” the voice answered back.
“I’m afraid I’m too wounded to come with you” The king answered.
The king gave the walkie-talkie to John and he went back through the door…