I woke up from a dream where it was like I was attending a school that was somewhat normal, but there was a tradition where, from kindergarden on up, a legendary sword was given to a child (later an older kid) due to a ceremony partly based on what they would sincerely say they were going to do with the sword.

There was a school bully who hated me, I guess partly because since kindergarden, I had always been the student chosen to take the sword. They lived a harshly depressing life, and when they would leave school and go home that day, they wanted to destroy their home. But since I lived nearby and used the same schoolbus, they wanted to kill me on the way to do it. So I challenged them to a battle to the death before school was over.

We fought. They used a baton-like weapon - looked like the top end of a broomstick. And they were highly proficient with it. I approached her (the bully was female) and her friends, who beckoned me to back down as I approached, but I was determined to settle the score. She was ready to fight, and when I had almost reached striking distance of her, she began to perform thrusts with the "baton", like with a rapier.

I managed to both dodge and sidestep her first few thrusts, enough that I could parry her weapon and close in for the kill - something I hadn't aimed to accomplish. I used a large set of what was like two very sharp blades with special grips, and upon making it past her offense, I had managed to both hug (not in a friendly way) my arms around her and stab her beginning at one of her shoulders and one of the sides of her belly. I pulled and yanked the blades around wildly, cutting through her like a hot knife through butter. She was mutilated.

A teacher came upon the scene, shocked, but somehow aligned to my favor. He consoled the bloodied girl saying she could "go home and blow up her house", even though she was in no condition to even stand to walk. My back turned to her, I told her one last thing:

"This isn't what I wanted to do with the sword..."

And I left the scene, knowing that I would never be chosen as the legendary sword's owner again...