Glade of the Spirit Blade:
Chapter one- Witching Hour Call
CLASSHH! There was a loud clash of steel on steel from the room next to mine. I strided through the darkness in my room as though it was broad daylight, but it is in fact 12:25. I entered the next room and there was... nothing. I tried the switch, but it didn't work. I ran back into my own room, and I grabbed my flashlight off of the nightstand next to my bed. I reentered the other room and look around for anything that could have possibly made the sound, my search failed. I didn't find anything and I was going back to my room when, I slipped on the slick floor and landed flat on my back. I groaned and was about to sit back up when I saw something on the ceiling, I reached for the flashlight I had dropped and aimed it at the ceiling. There was something written on the ceiling, well not written drawn. It was some kind of symbol. I ran out of the house, not even pausing to put on my slippers at the very least, and ran to the garage and grabbed the step-ladder that my mom occasionally used to change a lightbulb and that sort of stuff, and I ran back into the room with the ladder in hand. I set up the ladder under what seemed to be the center of the symbol, and reached out to touch it, the second my fingers came in contact with it, the symbol light up. It was blinding, I was thrown against the wall my some sort of force.
I was about to get up when, CLANG! A sword still in the sheathe fell in front of me, out of the pitch-black of night a voice called saying "Unsheathe it, unsheathe it, unsheathe it and gain immeasurable power.". I was intrigued by what this voice had said and I reached out and grabbed the sword, I was going to unsheathe it! But then the phone rang, I set down the sword and ran to get the phone. I picked it up and answered it, it was my mom. She said that she was probably not going to get back tonight due to some stuff that came up at work, and all those phrases that mothers always say when they are about to leave you alone for an extended period of time. She said bye and as did I, I then went back to the room, but before I got two steps away from the phone, It rang. I walked back and answered it, this time it was my dad and he also said that he wasn't going to get back tonight because there was a lot work to be finished before tomorrow and that some of the people had called in sick and yada, yada, yada. He ended the call in the usual fatherly manner, I stood there half-expecting it to ring again.
After standing there for two minutes I walked back to the room, I picked up the sword again and I was milliseconds away from unsheathing it when, the phone rang... AGAIN! I walked back to the phone and answered it, this time it was one of those people who call to tell you if something bad has happened to someone in your family he said that my mom had died in an elevator accident when the cable snapped and she plummeted thirteen stories to her demise. I was shocked, I sank down to my knees and the phone slipped out of my hand. Silent tears slid down my cheeks. I felt numb inside, but the phone rang again. Instinctively I answered it, it was the same person as last time. This time he said that my dad had fell from the top of the thirteenth fleet of stair all the way to the bottom, and died on impact. I can't believe this is happening to me! Like a zombie I walked very slowly to my room and closed the door... CLICK!
I sat in there silently crying staring at some random point on the wall. Then I remembered what the voice had said "Unsheathe it, unsheathe it, unsheathe it and gain immeasurable powers.". I had hope, I wasn't about to let something like this get me down in the dumps! I stood up and like an ancient samurai prepared to fight to the death I stood and strided to the room containing the sword, I threw open the door. I walked over to the sword and unsheathed it. I glowed brighter than the sun, It erased all the darkness that had previously filled the room. Out of the white abbiss a voice called "You are now Glade the wielder of the spirit blade, the one you used to be no longer exists! The blade that you have in hand is the spirit blade, it reflect the spirit of its wielder! If its wielder has a strong spirit the blade is strong, likewise if the wielder's spirit is weak so will the blade! Take this blade and survive, the demons of death have reaped the rest of your family, they are now coming for you! The blade will not guide itself, it needs you to do that. The spirits of the previous wielders shall help you, train you, and advise you. Listen to them, they are the only ones that know what is in store for you!".
Eyes closed I stood there, My memories receded to the farthest corners of my mind, I felt some sort of change occur. I knew I was no longer the one who I used to be... but if the me of the past didn't exist, why did I? I heard a clang in the kitchen and I opened my eyes and sword back in the sheathe I walked into the kitchen, there searching for something there was a person who had died in a car crash thirteen days ago, when her father had attempted to drive her to school, drunk. She had died of blood loss later on at the hospital where they had taken her for treatment, she didn't die a quick and painless death like her father. This person, was my best friend and still is even after her death. Her hands were dripping with blood, there was blood splattered all over her face, her shirt and pants were also splattered in blood. Her eyes where two dark sphere that seemed to penetrate everything, but there were tears coming out of her eyes. Tears of blood.
End chapter one
Author Note:
Questions about the story so far? Ask them, I will respond to them as soon as I can. ^_^ Arigato! (Thank-you in japanese)