Magic and Reality
Chapter 1
Walking through the long corridors of my school, I sighed while making my way towards the exit. I finished earlier today, some of my friends stayed behind to help with preparations for the upcoming festival, which for me isn't something very interesting, more like… time wasted to me, but everyone has his own opinions.
As I was walking home, slowly might I add, I passed a shop, I stopped to look at it and it posted all sorts of antic things, vases, amulets and others. I decided to enter and take a look around.
" Hello misses, how can I help you?" Asked a man from the counter, smiling at me. He looked to be around his 50s with a white mustache and kind eyes.
" I was just taking a look… are these objects authentic or just appear to be?" I asked the man.
" They are authentic, brought here from all parts of the world, some are for sale others aren't. Does something interest you?" He asked me
" Do they bring some luck?" I asked the man holding up a small doll.
" Some are lucky charms, others are more than that." He said smiling.
" Really? Like what?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
" Come with me and I'll show you." He said waving his hand for me to follow. We went into the back of the store, where he pulled an old and rusty lever, which opened the bookshelf near us. I watched surprised and kept following the man, down some stone stairs until we reached a room illuminated only by the sun. In the middle of it, on a half destroyed column stood a pair of matched of swords.
I was amazed at their beauty and how majestic they looked.
" Now these are the swords of Xebih, an ancient warrior said that with the help of these swords was able to control the elements of nature and save his people, but when he died the swords instead of using the good side of these elements, now use the dark side and those who will use them, will be forever damned to live forever and feel the darkness in their hearts." He told me and I raised an eyebrow.
" So… whoever chooses to use them again, will die?" I asked.
" No, the swords won't let the person die, but that person will only feel negative emotions, like hatred, anger, jealousy and others, also the powers the swords possess are changed from their light side to the dark side. Why do you ask? " Asked the man looking at me.
" Is there a way to bring them back to their original form?" I asked him.
" No… though history says that the one who wields them, should save someone the love to make the swords feel love again. That's the only way I know of." He replied.
" In that case… I'll take that responsibility." I said, in my eyes could be seen that I was firm with my decision.
" Why? Why would you want to take such responsibility? You're life will be turned into hell." The man said.
" Because I need something to believe in… all my life I didn't know what to believe in or what to do… now I come here and you tell me all these stuff and suddenly I know what I want to do… I want those swords, I need those swords, and they are the only thing that can give me something to fight for." I replied looking at the man, who was in deep thought.
" Hmm, ok. The swords are yours, but I need to warn you about something. When you are going to touch them, they will send you back in time, if I'm not mistaken in Japan in the Edo Era inn 1868, you know with the Bushin war. You might need to get into an alliance or something to get by, or try to survive on your own, but remember the swords still have their powers and you are free to use them as you like, but they will sooner or later affect your emotions and you might feel the need to kill just by looking at someone. You'll need to learn to control that, understand?" He asked me. I nodded and he gave me a short nod. I walked towards the swords and took them in my hands; they were extremely light, even though they looked quite big. In a few seconds after that a light came from them and I lost consciousness.