INTRODUCTION :
They say power can be lost or gained corruption flows in everyones veins, every living creature wants power to be stronger independent and feared. What if the power you want becomes your destiny? A task where only you have choices to make and an adventure to fulfill. Allow to explain a tale like never before written yet only once told. Our tale begins with a young man merely 16 years old who recently lost everything, his family, his good will towards all men and most importantly his sanity. An obesession becomes a posion his hate becomes his life line, consumed by bitterness and anger he vows for revenge. His town was massacared and he was the only surviour taking an heirloom around his neck, he fleds to the forest watching his hometown burn from a distance the thick smell of blood hovered and filled his senses. Blinded with rage he runs deeper into the forest his tears flying freely as he runs and thus starts his life alone.
Menacingly running without a second thought he comes across a wooden house where a sword smith lives his banging echoes through the forest until the smith answers his call. The smith senses his anger and offers to let him train with him, the boy doesn't nod or speaks just enters the house, from that day the boy was trained like a mule, forced to lift and taught how to control his anger. Taught in the ways of the sword the beauty of harnessing strength and opening the mind yet, the boy was hot tempered, and vicious the teacher was the same he channeled all his anger to the training. Hour after hour the boy was taught lifes greatest lessons over and over until it sunk in, he cracked the boys tears flowed freely as everyday went by yet his anger remained. The teacher was devoted into helping the lad every day the same lessons grew more diffcult yet the boy would not let off his hate. The boy was tortured by knives and other weapons until he was able to dodge them, the smiths floor was covered in blood and the boy had to clean it.
For a full angonising year the boy was slowly losing his anger until he found his inner strength and inner peace, the smith passed away giving the boy his most cherished work, for the rest of the year the boy trained on his own taught himself by reading the countless novels the smith had of old stories and lure. A year finally passed the boy set the smiths house on fire with the smith inside leaving behind a friend a teacher and a role model, the smiths blades strapped to his elbows, wearing broken clothing hanging on theards and the scars on his body. He set out to find his own path his own life with the memory of his family and his mentor behind him. Armed with two blades and a necklace of luck he set out from the forest to the world of man and thus our story truly begins.
CHAPTER ONE :
The Journey
The boy endlessly walked his body ravaged with pain and fatigue, his vision started going fuzzy unable to go further he collasped. His dreams clouded his thoughts his pain was immense only the faint whispers of his dreams were calming.
" Mother please we must help him he is badly wounded ". pleaded a sweet voice
" My god this lad must be no more then 16 years old, what monsters did this to him ". said an elderly voice
" Grandfather is there anything we can do to help him ". pleaded the sweet voice once more
" Father , he is still breathing what should we do ". questioned a young voice
" The Goddess Martel speaks that we her people must aid this youth " . a wise voice answered
" Alright men gently lets care him into the church ". said a bold voice
" Yes sir " . said many voices
" Why do you help me please let my suffering end ". the boys thoughts screamed
The sun shined through the many church windows the color a vision of beauty and grace the boy felt the sun light touch his face he opened his eyes to the light . Looking around he was in a small room a cloth was on the counter table, his clothing was left on a chair repaired and well put together. Raising his hand he noticed bandages puzzled he slowly stood up noticing his swords beside the bed, his whole body wrapped cleaned very well. Turning his head carefully he heard the knob twist and the door opened a young woman with some food smiled at him softly walking to him.
" Good morning I see your awake, how are you feeling ". she asked sweetly placing the tray on the counter
" ........ ". he only turned his head
" I see , still not speaking very well I shall take my leave ". said the woman walking to the door
The door clicked shut he turned his head locating his necklace on the table he placed it around his neck, the door opened once more a man in white was there smiling .
" Oh Blessing from Martel your awake , the town was frantic about you especially the young lady from a few moments ago ". stated the man
" ...... " no response what so ever
" I am Alan The Preist of this church , young man please allow to welcome you to Luin ". he said smiling at him
" Your Holyness how is the lad ". said a bold voice entering the room
" Mal please the boy just awoke ". stated Alan
" Fantastic tough as nails I tells ya this lad has got the heart of a loin, ha ha ha Jebel owns me 300 gald my lad you bring good luck ha ha ha ". stated Mal laughing
" Grandfather please control yourself Mother look he is awake". said a sweet voice entering
" Oh Martel are you alright ". said a beautiful woman entering as well
"...........". still no response
" You were out for a month my child don't force the words out, your wounds are healing quite nicely I shall check on you at night fall so please rest and your welcome to stay in Luin as long as you like ". said Alan bowing and leaving to the door
As everyone filtered out of the room the boy was alone resting quietly in the bed and amazed how his mentor trained him to endure this much pain grabbing the tray he ate quietly and let his thoughts wonder how he got to Luin? One month it was still unbelieveable that he was alive setting the tray back on the counter he heard the door open. A young girl no more then 14 years old entered his room holding a flower in her hands.
" Um.....here.....it is a flower called Lumen's tear it supposed to bring luck ". said the girl blushing like mad
He reached for the flower and held it in his hand the girl smiled and ran away blushing, touching the petals he placed it on the counter he didn't even notice the Preist at the door.
" It seems you have a fan young one may I ask what is your name ". asked Alan with hope
" ........ ". he remained silent
Disappointed Alan shut his door and walked while the boy laid down and relaxed.
" Valon ". he whispered slowly falling asleep
Night fall came like a blink of an eye the moons rays shined through the church windows as Valon awoke hearing the door knob twist open and a young woman came in smiling.
" Hello there sorry to disturb you but it is time to remove your bandages ". she said politely
Slowly she helped Valon sit up strap by strap she removed the bandages off his body he felt cold without them, the scar from his chest to his neck was healing nicely the one on his back was slowly healing . With the last few straps he noticed that his left arm had a gaint scar from his wrist to his shoulder, the woman was carful due to the blood on the strap she heard him wince in pain. Once removed she added more cream on the wound and slowly wrapping it up again.
" Wow from all these wounds you only lost this much blood thats astonishing normally someone would due to the lack of blood ". she said continuing to wrap his arm
" .......... ". he didn't say a word
After a while the woman finished and gather her things and got up from the bed.
" Well all done have a good night okay ". she said sweetly closing the door softly
" Sweet dreams ". he whispered and fell fast asleep
The next morning was pleasant as yesterdays the sun was out birds were singing the sound of children echoed around the city. Valon awoke to the sound of laughter from outside carefully sitting up in the bed , slowly trying to get up then looking what the window from his eyes he thought the town was lively and full of people. Suddenly he heard the door open turning his head he was face to face with the Preist.
" Well blessing of Martel how are you child ". asked Alan proudly
" ..... ". he still didn't reply
" Oh grace and goddess you are standing boy my how amazing ". said a young maid
Turning around he bowed his head in thanks.
" ................................. ". he didn't speak a word
" Your Holyness your remedy worked how do you feel ". questioned a maid
" ......................". once more nothing was spoken
As he bent down to grab his swords he felt a sharp pain and fell on his knees.
" Lad are you alright ". asked Mal helping him up
" ....................... ". he just slipped into unconsciousness
Quickly they placed him on his bed they noticed the wound on his back reopened and the sheet was covered in blood, As night fall came he awoke with a start in the room once more his bandages were longer noticing the necklace on his neck he breathed deeply and fell back to sleep. Unknowning that the sound of horses galloping around the town was heard and screams were echoing , Slowly getting he grabbed his swords and went out the door. The entire church was ravaged and yelling was heard outside.
" We will not hurt anyone just hand over your valuables and be quick about ". said a strong voice
He looked outside the broken window he saw 10 bandits destorying houses and robbing people their leader had the Preist with a rope around his neck , he knew he was still injuried but he had to help them cause they helped him. Quietly he leaped over the broken window and scaled the wall above 2 bandits holding the maids, quickly he plunged down and attacked one bandit back fliped and killed the other. The maids were frightened but the moon showed his face carefully he undid the ropes and told them to hide, blending with the shadows he saw 3 guarding the whole family who visit him. In a rage he threw his sword striking the bandits chest the others were alarmed looking around there was no one there until one bandit felt a sword near his neck.
" ......................................". pulling his other blade out of the other bandit
The frightened bandit fulfilled his request then the icy hand of death came with no remorse, he was silenced he saw that most of this flith were with their leader. 5 more remained each with spears the leader however had two swords, One by one each fell to their death and he was face to face with the leader.
" .........................................". the boy only removed blood from his blades
" Ha Ha Ha you dare to challenge me boy you are skilled but, you won't be alive to witness the desturction of the city ". stated the leader tossing the Preist aside
Everyone could not believe what they saw this boy was skilled and frightening dumbfound the Preist remained silent as he watched from a distance how much anger was in this childs eyes , his once caring grey helpless eyes were locked with hate and revenge toward his foe the rest of the villiage were speechless with fear. The boy turned his head to count the villiagers but the little girl was missing , turning to his foe he held his stance.
" .................... ". he only coldly at his foe
" Missing one well she met with an unfournate accident ". laughed the Bandit Leader
Faster then the wind the Bandit Leader was cut down to his knees the boy blades hovered over his head.
" Please have mercy ". pleaded the Bandit Leader
" .............................. ". not a word he said only looked at the flith
" Child please show mercy to the wicked , nothing you do will bring the girl back ". pleaded Alan
" If you kill those who kill the innocent you are no better then them ". the boys thoughts echoed
Placing his swords away he walked away from his fallen foe blood dripping from his shoulder, his foe quickly sprung up launched at him. The boy used the halt of his sword and knocked him out. The maids rushed to him to see if he was okay, he pushed them away and was face to face with Alan.
" Martel always watches us you spared his life the girl was unharmed she was hiding from the bandits ". said Alan nervously
As he walked away the boy was taught a lesson he would never forget to lose someone with revenge on your mind leaves you blind, The morning sun rose the young man was helping some of the town rebuild their homes and fix the glass windows though his shoulder was hurting he fought it to return the favor. By midday everyone was at the front gate seeing the boy off wearing new clothing and swords strapped to his elbows he saw how many wanted to see him even the mayor as well.
" Thank you for saving this town but please may I ask what is your name ". asked the mayor
" I am ". was the only thing he said or was it
Alright ladies and gentlmen hoped you enjoyed this legthy chapter who is the main characters and what is this journey he is going on read on and find out next chapter.