He stared into the starry sky; he was ready to begin…
He knew that he could never come back... ever… When he learned of his ability, he was scared, and a little excited. This seemed harmless; this seemed to be an advantage. He learned otherwise, people knew his power was… powerful…
Cepter was his new name; he discontinued his last name, abandoned it, and even disowned it. He took his pure Iron Swords, held them tight. It was all he had left from them… The both of them had gone missing, he was sure they were dead. Why wouldn't they be? Zasrik took them; they were dead; or being tortured to death. He made his way through the fields one last time. And then, like that he vanished.
He set out to his first mission…