Legend Of The Paintbrush

• Brody Larter, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2016

It was bright, I had no idea where I was...
I slowly saw a dark horned shadow gaze upon me, I noticed that it was my arch nemesis.
Destructias looked down at me as if I was weak, I quickly picked myself up.

The battle had begun again with me picking up my paintbrush and slashing him just as I had made an incorrect move, before I knew it I had slammed into a seemingly invisible wall
"Art.. hah" shouted Destructias over the echoing distance. "Why did you destroy the village!" I yelled, I felt angry... but not the normal angry, I felt stronger than before.

My skin went red and red shards shot out of my arms, my paintbrush was glowing and it became half legendary paintbrush and half legendary battle-axe, I knew I had more power, but was it enough to defeat and un-mask the evil menace? I flew up into the air and smashed my axe into the ground making a giant crack I started getting angrier and angrier until the point where I was running at him extremely fast and I had overdone my power and I un-masked Destructias, he didn't look familiar "Who are you" I whispered "My name... what was my name?" "That helmet.." I said quietly "What did it do to you?"
"it took me under control, I don't know who I am anymore." I helped him up and got him to safety through a wormhole, suddenly we were in the hospital, "Hey Art! and... Who is this?"
TO BE CONTINUED IN LEGEND OF THE PAINTBRUSH: FORGOTTEN MEMORY