Looking back on my trials and tribulations in life, I cannot believe how much I had to go through in my 20 years of life. The thing that puzzled me the most was why my grandfather did not want to train me. I wonder why that is all the time. I also wonder why he never taught my dad. I guess there must be some secret or something that they were protecting. I remember trying to put all the puzzle pieces together trying to find out who I am and what I am supposed to grow up to be. What all strengths and weakness I have or rather what am I going to overcome in life? I must say at the time I was young. All I knew was my name. Now I just wonder if the risk of our family's safety were the reason, or it could be that if I learn the art of the sword. We would be targeted for destruction like my grandfather. I am now 22 years old; I grew up on the outskirts of the city Sacar. A small town part of the country Terallin. I now know I will never be able to stop fighting; for my family and their safety, I must fight. I will never stop trying to find that evil which caused my grandfather's disappearance. For I know he is not dead. I was sent to the past where my grandfather was in the fifth Great War for land, nicknamed The Conga War. There I found him and revealed who I was to him alone, risky I know. There he told me why he did not teach me and that my dad was also a renowned blacksmith.
Then I said to him what has happened in the future and that we are now in the sixth Great War for power and control of the entire continent of Picodesh. However, our conversation was cut short by the clang of metal. Before I knew what happened, we were on the battlefield preparing to fight. For the first time ever I would get to see my grandfather in action. By that evening the war had begun. The battle raged on for days getting more and more intense as the days went by. We had the strongest of warriors on our side, but even with that, it was a tough battle. All you could perceive was the clashing of swords and shields and blood flying endlessly in the air. The body count grew as the fight raged onward into the next few days. Till we finally made it to the enemy stronghold. While the others fought on the battlefield; my grandfather and I managed to break into the enemy's city.
There we encountered the head of the entire force and more enemy troops. As my grandfather took care of the head; I was surrounded by the enemy soldiers. I looked at my grandfather saying, "Should I kill them all or enjoy myself more and have some fun." My grandfather then looked at me and laughed, "your choice, "as he ran after his brother and telling me good luck. As I was fighting I kept an eye on my grandfather; they just stood there with fingers on their hilts ready to draw their weapons. To my surprise the enemy leader was a master swordsman as well as my grandfather's brother; his style was similar to my grandfather's style. I finally finished off the last of the soldiers with my blade stained red; I watched amazement as they battled each other. They complemented each other blow for blow; then his brother said, "You were always the stronger in the family; I could never beat you. Father never paid any attention to me because of you. While you went on to live your happy, carefree life; I went to learning more tactical things and becoming stronger. So that one day I could beat you and take what mine is." "It was never my fault I was better than you; I was just naturally good," my Grandfather replied. "But even with that I still looked up to you, older brother; yet you still chose to pursue more evil ways of becoming stronger. You put our family—no your own family at risk. We had no choice but to banish you," said my grandfather.
"That banishment was the biggest embarrassment of my life. But today I'll make you pay!" his brother shouted angrily. With great force he started to release a massive amount of evil energy; I watched in horror as my grandfather was nearly defeated by his own brother. "This is the end of you, my dear brother," he shouted. "Not if I can I help it!" my grandfather yelled as he released an enormous amount of power and energy. "Xeonix, get away from here and don't worry about me; I shall always be with you - "No! I can't lose you again," interrupting him I shouted as I cried. "Stubborn child you dare disobey your grandfather? Hmmm, ha-ha you are definitely my grandson. I comprehend how you must feel, but you must get out of here, or you will get hurt too."
Obeying him, I did run but stayed within range to see what actually happened to my grandfather; I needed to know the truth. I watched as my grandfather stood once again to his feet. The fight went on for an hour more. "What can you do now; age has made you weak. When I'm done with you I'll go back and kill the rest of your precious family and friends; then I'll destroy the city, "shouted his brother. Just as I was about to lose hope my grandfather was going to win; out of nowhere, a loud whistling sound rushed through the air around me and the city. The look my grandfather had on his face was unmistakable and filled with hope. Then he shouted, "Age may have its hold on me, but it is my experience that guides me!" As he charged at his brother. "What! What are you doing!" his brother shouted.
Then my grandfather yelled back, "What I should have done years ago." "ANCIENT SWORD ART, Whistling Blade of Judgment! THIS ENDS HERE!"
There was a lively blaze of light and energy; but there right in front of me, the secret of what actually happened to grandfather was revealed at last. My name Xeonix and this is my tail of the whistling swordsman.