Hello ands thanks for being interested enough to try my story. I'm pretty new at this and have come up with some ideas before. I got this thought into my head about how jack is almost like a video game character. He has a epic journey, evil but slightly likable villain, going on quests, and sacrificing himself often for the good of others. I recently got into the SAO world so I guess this is the result. I own nothing in this story except for any ocs I make, reviews are appreciated.
"This is an imaginary story but then, Arn't they all?" Alan Moore.
Long ago in a distant land a lone samurai wielding a magic sword stepped forth to oppose a being of unspeakable evil named Aku. They fought a epic battle, but before the final blow was struck the evil tore open a portal into the future and flung our hero through it. Now our hero seeks to return to his past to undo the future that is Aku.
The snow fell through the trees. It was a winter day and the forest was white. A small waterfall gleamed frozen . There were no birds, they had flown south. Nature itself was silent. Nothing save the wind and snow disturbed the still image. Save for one man.
The schrunch of sandals broke the silence. A lone figure walked, his back hunched and his arms tucked in. His white kimono fluttered in a light breeze. The matte black shethe of a katana hung on his left. He wore a straw hat, covering black trimmed hair. Alone, this man walked through the still white world.
This man was perhaps the most traveled in existence. He has flown to space, swum to deep waters, sailed cross oceans, rode trains through continents. Yet his simple and most used method was by his own two feet. He had walked through cites, deserts, rain and snow. For him this day was no different. His stride was hunched but determined. One foot brushed forth the next as he trudged through the white land.
A clearing appeared, a large circle surrounded by the forest as if it had decided to never cross a invisible boundry. The clearing was white with snow but for a object in the center. It was plain, a small dais with only two stone columns and a simple slab of stone across them. As the man drew closer to the object it seemed to resemble a gateway. The man stood in front of the opening and pulled his hands apart. In his left was a small rainbow colored gem and as he slowly drew his sword with the right he reviewed what the wise man had said,"Toss this into the center of the door, touch it with your sword and you will be taken on the next step of your journey. Those stones are a shrine to Janus, god of ends and beginnings. You will be sent to the next place you are needed.. Whether it will be home, or someplace else only he could know."
The swordsman slowly tossed the gem where it seemed to catch in midair between the two pillars. As a blue color seemed to materialize an swirl with power around the jewel the swordsman raised his namesake. "Another portal on my journey, now to see if this step is one back to home" With that last thought he cleared his mind and pushed his sword through the energy to touch the gem.
A woodsman would later come unto the clearing. All remained was a jewel blue stone at the center. As for our warrior? He sent not just out of time or space. No, his next step would cross reality. A World of monsters and heroes, the old and new, the closest world to our traveler's own. A world ruled by the art of the sword.