Our story begins in one of the strongest of the 4 kingdoms known as Genesis.
The Kingdom is well known for having guardians who wield magical weaponry to protect and serve the citizens from dark forces that provoke them.
The most well known Guardian is the Lighting Wielder or Thunder-Knight for short, I don't see how that shortens but we'll let it slide for now.
The Lighting Wielder carries a one of the seven swords of nature, the most powerful of weapons ever known to man, many are chosen, few are called.
As a tradition, the role of the Lighting Wielder has been passed down for many years Generations, ranging from friends and family.
6 Years ago after a tragic incident occurred the current wielder at the time stepped down because he was coward-... I mean he stepped down and entrusted son to be next in line as the Lighting Wielder in order to pass the torch... Or so he claims.
(We open in the daytime and spot two tourist trucks under attack by a giant main-eating ground- -worm with fangs.)
(Among the people inside the truck, Eddy jumps appears, then pulls out his pistol and opens fire, but the bullets have no effect on it.)
Eddy: It’s bulletproof!
Driver: See, his is why I said stay inside the truck until it passes by! I hope it eats you first, dumbass!
(The new Lighting Wielder wearing a hoodie appears by sliding down a steep hill and runs over to the worm preparing to eat Eddy.)
(The Wielder picks up a rock the side of baseball and throws at the works sensitive head.)
(The Ground-Worm turns it’s attention to the wielder and quickly slithers his way.)
(The Wielder quickly avoids being hit by the worm, by leaping away and lands on top of its head and goes sliding down it's long scaly back then draws his sword.)
(The worm manages to shake him off sending him flying into the air.)
Slow Motion: (While landing down, lighting flows around his sword then slices the worm into 8 different pieces with incredible speed that is almost as fast as lighting.)
Narrator: One of the youngest Lighting Wielders now carries a heavy burden, thanks to foolish Father... his name, Max Stone.
(We get a small glimpse of his face as we pan up to Max's upper body, before fading to black.)
Narrator: (Sighs) Okay, my throat hurts and I'm tired of reading some of these stupid nonsensical lies, let the story begin.
Maxwell "Max" Stone- Age: 19
Blake Turner- Age: 11
(Max and Blake are seen in the middle of large cabin with Max laying down gazing at the sky)
Blake: Are you sleeping?
Nah, the sun was in my eye so I'm covering up.
Max: it's winter season in Genesis and for some reason it's hot as horse-balls out here.
Blake: (Laughs) Haha!
Max: I'm being serious, it should not be this hot out.
(Blake pours juice down in Max's mouth, in which it goes down the wrong pipe.)
Blake: Did that help?
(Max grabs Blake by the collar)
Blake: Heh, sorry... did it go down the wrong the pipe?
???: Hey, what the HELL are you doing in our house!?
(Max and Blake look straight ahead as they spot three beastle-looking men)
Tyler: Can we help you?
Max: Yeah, we're here to bring you in... Aren't you guys the Rumba Bandits?
Tyler: That we are, what business do you have with us?
Max: Blake, Paper.
(Blake pulls out a note and begins to read it professionally)
Blake: Ahem, and I quote the the Rumba Bandits must be captured and apprehanded-
Blake: APPREHENDED for their crimes against the loyal town of Guinness-
Max: (Annoyed) "Local town of Genesis" How are you misspelling those words Blake?
Max: You're 11.
Blake: I don't know, it's because this was handwritten in a sloppy ink instead of being typed in professionally.
Max: Give me the paper, I'll read it to them.
Blake: No, I'm almost done just let me-
(Max Snatches the paper out of Blake's hands then reads over it)
Max: Where's the "And I quote" part on here?
Blake: I added it in into sound professional.
Max: Holy crap, this is horrible handwriting!
Tyler: Pardon me, but can we just get to the damn POINT!?
Ken: Yeah, we got other things to do, like counting money!
Max: OK, look,we're just here to bring the three of you in for your crimes,simple as that.
Max: Options are, turn yourselves in or FORCE us to turn you in, in other words...
(Max points to Blake)
Blake: My teacher kicks your A's to the ground if you don't surrender So what's it going to be?
Tyler: Then you're gonna to have to leave empty handed. Shred them up!
Ken: I got him!
Max: (Annoyed) Force it is then.
(Max gets up and pulls out his sword preparing for battle)
Tyler: (Heh, what a pitiful looking sword.)
(Ken clashes swords with Max as he violently swings left and right)
(Max then forces Ken's sword down and punches him square in the face)
(Ben comes to Ken's aid but Max quickly avoids his swing then kicks him in the jaw knocking him over a stack of barrels.)
(Tyler looks closely at Max's sword beginning to realize who he is)
Tyler: Now I see, you must be Max Stone AKA, the Lightning Wielder.
Max: Third and only.
Tyler: I'm glad my rep got higher if the locals sent you to come get me, but you know another reason why they sent you, right?
Max: Of course, you were labeled as an M-Tool user.
Tyler: (Smirks) Exactly, so don't think I'll be as easy as my men.
(Tyler pulls out a battle hatchet and lunges at Max)
(Max blocks the incoming attack, then blocks 5 more, but Tyler quickly makes his next move and slices Max across the chest sending him rolling to the ground)
Max: I'm fine, Blake, I over exaggerated a little.
(Max gets up and removes his hood, revealing his face, showing off his spiky anime hair.)
Max: (Nonchalant) That was a good swing, Tyler... Wanna see how I swing?
Max: (Shouts out) Blake, should I show him how I swing!?
Blake: (Shouts out) Show him how you swing!
Max: I'm gonna show you how I swing!
Blake: Some would say it's electrifying.
Tyler: (Angered) Keep playing around with me all you'd like, because my next swing will end it!
(Tyler charges in on Max once more, leaping in the air then prepares to slice his head off, but Max cuts the blade of Tyler's hatchet in half with ease then fires of his signature move)
(Tyler gets electrocuted by a wave of Lighting sending him up and the air and crashing to the ground)
(Max twirls his sword up in the air which lands back down and shrinks down into the size of a dagger.)
Max: And that's how I swing.
(Blake gives Max a round of applause)
Blake: Hey Max, there's a small apology note written at the end for the handwriting.
Max: Just rip it, we got what we came for.
To Be Continued