Ned Charges the Dark UFLI Foundations Lesson 117
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Ned had a good life. He had a house he made himself, a farm full of carrots, and a name tag by the door that said 'Ned's House' so no one could steal it. But every night, when the sun went down and the shadows grew long, monsters came. And every night, Ned hid inside, pulled the blankets over his head, and pretended he was a spud. Not tonight. Tonight, Ned grabbed his magic sword, marched to the door, and said, 'I am done being a spud.'
Ned did not have to wait long. A zombie lurched out of the dark, groaning like a broken door hinge. The zombie was huge and ugly, and it smelled like old socks left in a swamp. 'Oh,' said Ned. His sword suddenly felt very small.
The zombie swung its big green arms. Ned ducked, spun, and slashed with his magic sword. The blade lit up with a flash of light, and in one clean cut, the zombie burst into a puff of rotten nothing. 'Yes!' Ned shouted. He pointed his glowing sword at the dark trees ahead. 'Who is next? Come on! I can do this all night!'
The zombie had left behind a lump of mushy, green, truly disgusting flesh. Ned picked it up between two fingers. He wrinkled his nose. 'Yuck. But this might be useful.' Ned did not notice the gentle click-click-click coming from the dark behind him. Something bony was creeping closer. And closer. And closer.
An arrow shot past Ned's ear and stuck in the grass right between his feet. A skeleton stepped out from the trees, already reaching for another arrow. Its bones rattled like a bag of sticks. 'Hey! That nearly hit me!' Ned yelped. He dodged sideways and scrambled behind a big birch tree. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure the skeleton could hear it.
Ned pressed his back against the tree trunk and held his breath. The skeleton searched near the house, its bony head turning left, then right, then left again. Click. Click. Click. The world went silent. Just the breeze and Ned's racing heart. Then the clicking got louder. The skeleton was right on the other side of the tree.
'Now!' Ned burst out from behind the tree with his sword blazing. The skeleton grabbed for its bow, but it was too slow. Ned swung with all his force, and the skeleton exploded into a pile of bones. 'Two down!' Ned grinned. He picked up a bone and waved it like a trophy. 'I can't be beat!'
'Soon I will have a large pile of monster bits!' Ned yelled into the dark, waving his bone. 'Give up now, monsters!' Ned was having such an exciting time being brave that he did not notice the groaning behind him. Or the shuffling. Or the huge mob of monsters that had crept up so close he could have put a hand on one. Ned turned around.
There were too many to count. Zombies and monsters, side by side, stretching back into the dark. Ned was brave. But Ned was not silly. 'I have decided,' Ned announced, 'that running can be brave.' And he ran. He raced faster than he had ever run in his life, with the groaning, shuffling mob surging after him.
Ned could see his house! He could see the door! He reached for the handle and then stopped. A giant spider was sitting right by the door. It had huge red legs and mean little eyes, and it looked at Ned like he was a fly. 'Come on!' Ned shouted. Behind him, the monster mob was getting closer.
There was no time to think. No time to plan. No time to be scared. Ned charged straight at the spider with his sword blazing bright. One powerful swing, and the spider popped like a hairy balloon. Ned grabbed the door handle with shaking hands, threw himself inside, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Ned leaned against the wall, breathing hard. The bright torchlight flickered on the wooden walls. Outside, he could hear the monsters groaning as they shuffled away. Then a tiny gem caught his eye. It was glinting gold on the floor. Ned picked it up, and a grin spread across his face. 'Same time tomorrow, monsters.'
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