No, It's Not Over.
Rick walked home by himself, he was tired, covered in dirt and cuts from being dragged around by shadowy tentacles. He wearily walked up the stairs on his front porch and stepped inside. Rick's parents were at work so he had the day by himself, he walked past the cardboard boxes full of his junk, he was moving to Old York in just a few weeks, to find a good job, and a good college. His room was now consisted of just a bed and dresser, which contained a few clothes. Rick practically collapsed on his bed, he felt too tired to do anything else. He lay there wondering, what had happened in the cave? Well now that he thought about it, what happened became quite clear. He was nearly killed by a Shadow, Rick did think the name was appropriate considering that the Shadows looked just like well like shadows. Oh, it was making Rick's head hurt, Shadows, shadows, the difference? One kills and one doesn't, except, Rick wasn't dead, he was alive thanks to David Echoe. A kid had saved his life, and never even showed the slightest sign of fear, he didn't even seem surprised. David was a strange person, with a hobby of life and death situations.
Rick closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts of the day out of his mind so that he might try and get some rest.
“Where's the mayonnaise?” Asked a voice from the kitchen. With a groan he yelled back.
“Try the fridge!” Wait a second! Rick jumped up out of bed and burst through the house and into the kitchen.
“Oh, Hey thanks.” David said as he opened the fridge and got the mayonnaise.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?” Rick screamed pulling at his hair.
“Oh, this is your house?” David asked genuinely surprised “Talk about luck.” Rick took a deep breath and sat down across from David who was eating his sandwich as if he hadn't noticed that Rick was on the verge of a total breakdown.
“Why are you here?” Rick asked “If it's got to do with those Shadow thingies I want no part in it!” David gave him another strange look.
“I came here for a sandwich; and quite possibly to see if you wanted to have an adventure of a week”
“Adventure of the week?” Rick asked questioningly, the comment made absolutely no sense.
“Well you see” David said “Most people say that your gonna go on the adventure of a lifetime but I go on those like every Thursday, so its more like the adventure of the week rather than of a life time.” Rick just gave him another confused look, this guy made absolutely no sense.
“Why would we have to go on an adventure?” He asked grabbing the mayonnaise he himself was starting to feel hungry.
“Because there's a Shadow on the loose” David said, his mouth full “ And since you opened the little black box I figured you might wanna help catch the thing.”
“It's not my fault somebody put a Shadow in a little black box and put it where nobody would find it.” Rick countered “And why is it so important that we capture this thing?”
“Because” David said “ There’s an old friend of mine coming, well I say friend we are more like rivals, he tries to kill me and I save the day, his name is Blake Hamilton, heard of him?” Rick nodded, he had read in the newspaper a while back about Blake finding several ancient treasures in the newspaper. Mercenaries were not cool.
“Why is he coming?” Rick asked as David shuffled around in his pocket for what appeared to be a napkin with words on it.
“My notes” He said laying it out on the table. “Oh yes, Blake is coming because the shadow is a weapon.” David read his words off the note as if he was a droning 3rd grader still learning how to read. “The shadow, when captured and tamed turns into a sword of some sort!” David hopped up out of his chair he was getting excited, the race track was in front of him, “It's pretty powerful so we don't want people like Blake getting ahold of it.” Rick looked at him curiously, he had a decision to make, get mixed into something he really had no desire to be a part of or, just hang around and wait it all out.
“I'm in.” He said already regretting the decision “But can I ask how you know all of this?”
“Google” Was the adventurers reply.