Can you hear it?

It always starts off as a whisper, that kind of hiss that you hear but immediately think nothing of... because that's all it is right? Just nothing.

This will happen several times until you're positive that you're not alone in this small cramped room. This old abandoned room that you some how appeared in... wall-to-wall of nothing but boxes and crates. So you start to wonder...

Am I really alone in here?

Could it be possible that not only you, but also maybe some one else ventured into this mysterious room and is having the time of their life making yours edgy?

I wish I could tell you that maybe you were just hearing things; that somewhere deep down, it's just the pounding of your heart or the quickening of your breath...

But that would be lying,

And I never lie...

So now that your suspicions have been confirmed you will search endlessly and find no one in this room, nothing but boxes and crates and more boxes and crates... all filled with their own treasure. But it won't end there, now you'll wonder just what was causing that noise, could it be rodents?

No, they couldn't survive and there are no obvious signs of anyone or anything ever being in here for a very long time. So what could it be?

This is where you'll hear it again... only it's not whispers, and it's not conversation...

It's tears.

You can hear someone crying ever so quietly as if they are afraid that you will find them.

You're thinking 'it's a ghost?'

Maybe...

You can hear them crying, you don't know what about... yet you feel pity for this creature. Why? Is it because you know that whoever it is making such depressing sniffles has suffered a great loss? Or do you not know why, but only know that in your heart of hearts that this trapped soul is scared and alone?

How did you wander into this room?

Are you staying here, because you want to hear the spirit's tale?

So many questions must be running through your mind at the moment...

Ah, there it is.

Can you see it?

Look closer, in the ebony box...

Must have appeared out of nowhere right? Are you getting scared, because you know... that that box was not there before?

Questions, questions, questions...

You go over and with shaking hands you lift that lid off to peer inside. After all, you are human... you're naturally curious about what you cannot explain.

I can see your confusion.

'What does it all mean?' You're wondering. 'What does this have to do with anything?'

Odd... that what you find in this box is none other than a sword.

I wouldn't do that if I were you...

That's right, don't touch it... you felt it when your hand was all but hovering on the tattered leather handle. You felt the coldness, you heard the screams, but most of all you felt the sorrow...

Yes, this is where the weeping was coming from.

Now that you've found the source are you satisfied enough to return home?

No, you can't can you?

You have now discovered a shimmering sword made out of a strange black stone with engravings etched along it's side, you now know that painful heart wrenching sobs that you were hearing came from this exact sword.

You can't leave now; you want to hear what happened. You have to know the story behind this eerie weapon, because if you don't it will eat away at you. Won't it?

I can't deny you the knowledge, since you have somehow wandered into this room, that hasn't been touched by human hands; you have even stayed long enough to find the item.

Though you'll have to promise me this one thing.

This is a sad tale, about two hearts that have been torn apart maybe even for eternity.

The promise you must keep is to listen to this tale, to learn from it... and if you choose to someday tell it to another that you remember meaning behind it.

This is a secret after all, something no human should even hear.

So if you choose to remember or even to tell, at least keep the heart of the story alive.

Just remember your promise...