The Staff of Undoing

Once upon a time a child was running and playing through the field. He was a young boy with golden hair that swept along his head as he ran. Always out adventuring, looking for new things, the boy was quite active. Even though, he still was a child.

As he ran through the waist high grass that felt like silk against his skin, he tripped over a piece of wood. He landed gently in the grass, the tall blades falling to either side to cushion the blow. After coming to his senses he sat up and turned to look at what he had tripped over. There he saw a brown, crudely crafted piece of wood. It was quite rough looking and not at all decorative.

That was all he saw before he edged closer to it and pushed the other blades of grass aside. At one end it rounded off in a quickly and not truly caring cut fashion, and on the other end there was strapped to the wood, as well as lodged into the center of it, a blade. Around the actual strong and tightly wound fabric that strapped it in, were tied ribbons of cloth dyed red. The cloth extended on one side, all six strands of it to one side, and extended about two feet. The blade itself was crude, and it didn't seem to be very straight, but rather jagged. The wood itself wasn't entirely straight either, and seemed to be nearly a branch cut at both ends.

This sight astounded the child, as though he had discovered the most precious item in all the world. His eyes widened as he gripped his slender fingers around the wood. His fingers barely touched around the spear's shaft.

In an astounded nature and filled with glory he lifted the heavy thing over his head just barely and yelled out,
'The Staff of Undoing!'
Even though it wasn't truly a staff, it's what his heart shouted from deep inside.

Just then in all the passion of the moment, the wind began to whip around violently. The sky darkened just slightly and he gripped onto the spear, which the top end was against the ground since the crudely fashioned blade was designed poorly and was thus heavy. He felt as though this would protect him.

A spirit of the wind had come and wanted to test this boy of his sudden inspiration. The wind howled around the boy,
'The spear is mine!'
And it whirled around him, trying to rip the spear from his hands. The boy held onto it tightly and yelled,
'No, it's mine! I found it!'
The wind whirled about in ways to try and take it from his grip, but just fell the boy to the ground, still clutching the staff. After rolling around among the grass and not giving up on his 'Staff of Undoing' the wind came to a gentle breeze...

All that the wind said before dissipating away was,

'Be wary, storms don't last forever.'

As he continued to grip the staff, he felt a burst of energy rush inside of him. He wanted to tell his mama and papa about what had happened. So then, he rushed home, running through the grass at a great speed, holding the staff as though it were as light as air. It felt that way, and he felt energized in a way.

Though, as he kept running he felt the energy slip away. The staff still felt as light as air but his energy was quickly slipping away. He had dashed quite a bit, and the grass was shorter here. He stopped for a rest and layed down, holding the staff...He was weary, and held it in one of his hands. As he drifted off, though, his energy kept falling away. Finally, though, his fingers stopped gripping and the spear fell to the side. His body stopped losing energy, but it was tired and it rested deeply throughout the day.

He awoke in the night, and immediately he gripped the staff. He felt energized again and wanted to be home direly before he got in trouble. He sprinted and went as much as he could. Then, his energy failed him again, for he didn't realize he'd gone so far this time. He kept trudging, even though his body was failing him. In his last bit, he collapsed to the ground, the staff in his arms, and he thought to himself,

'I'll just rest here, with my staff...'

He was asleep before he hit the ground, and as he slept, his heart slowly slowed, then finally stopped. The boy died, and no one found him...

The spirit found the spear, later, and inscribed along its shaft, 'The Staff of Undoing.' The staff lay in the field, resting and forever guarding its ever faithful owner...

Magical Properties:

The spear when held gives the owner a burst of energy that doesn't last very long. After that the spear continues to drain the beholder's energy until the spear is let go entirely. The effect works through clothing.
The spear feels as light as air, and is quite easy to wield, no matter how weary the user is.
Be wary of using it in battle, for it must be let go and can not be sheathed. It could be picked up by anyone nearby. Also don't attempt to use it until one passes out, which could often lead to death. If you can't make a kill, then the suggestion is to run, since the energy is temporary and will give them great speed.
For it's design and the way it was made, it is incredibly hard to break. It can be broken, and isn't any more indestructible than it would be.
The ratio of resting time, to time running with the energy would about equal out to quicker than the time of someone walking. Advisable to rest as soon as the energy goes away.