Inspired by a Song, and a game, I'll give you a hint on what it is, it was an RPG and it starred Super Mario, I think you guys can figure it out :P
Enjoy my new chapter-sodic Fanfiction :D
Marco, The Sword of Mewni
During great times of sorrow in the lands of Mewni, there was always a certain force that can never be toppled, can be never be defeated, and only exclusive to the worthy, that force is called: Magic.
It was the perfect blend between Might and Mind, the mind to harness the magical power, the might to restrain it enough so it causes more good than evil.
With Magic, the Kingdom of Mewni thrived while the forces of monsters and anything unaffiliated with the un-grotesque Mewmans dwindled and were stricken with strife and loss, their kingdoms, reduced to tribes, their thousands of citizens, reducing to mere dozen due to the magic that the Queen of Mewni possessed, may their magic was used to harm and heal, to create or to destroy, it always meant one thing, more of a power creep between the Kingdom of Mewni and everyone else.
For centuries they remained uncontested, their magical strength scaring the monsters or anything to even dare to step up against their conquerors, that was until the Iron Inquisition were formed, the first united nation that was willing to challenge the Mewni Empire
The Iron Inquisition were forged by the fires of their hatred for anything magic-related, they despise the smart, they detested the wielders of magic, especially those who use the Magic for the benefit of their own, not for the benefit for all.
Their armor was thick and broad with metal they were named by, their blades were heavy, their rage was great and their willingness to kill and maim for the sake of purging the world of all Magic? Nigh unquenchable.
They were led by the Great Smith of the Iron Inquisition, with his ingenious mind and smithing skills, he was able to craft something that go could toe-to-toe with Magic, something down-right cruel, something down-right terrifying.
He did something that Magic could never truly do, make life, not just figments of life, full sentient creatures with minds, personality and thoughts of their own.
For six weeks he worked in solemn silence in his workshop, each week forging a single commander, using the fires of his hatred to melt down the ingots and his desire for violence to swing his smithing hammer, they were as loyal as the armor you would wear to battle.
The First Commander was inspired by the Knife, the intrepid assassin, sinister, cruel and quick, his blade is fast and his silver-tongue was just as sharp as the short blades he wields.
The Second Commander was Inspired by the Bow, the first ranged weapon of the many weapons and the least metallic, the Patient Hunter of the weapons, contrasting to the more brutal and dishonest approach of its Knife cousin, being able to kill many with either a single shot or a hailstorm of sun-blocking arrows.
The Third Commander was inspired by the Axe, the ultimate executioner, the glorious but savage weapon, being able to both cause screams of terror and excitement with a single hack of its head-cleaving swings
The Fourth Commander was inspired by the Halberd, steadfast, versatile and the cornerstone to any Army, they flood the armories and battlefields like a massive ocean, crushing anything in its wake make it be through the slicing of flesh or the puncturing of bone.
The Fifth Commander was inspired by the Morning Star, The Rampaging Monster, destructive to both the receiver and the wielder, while clunky and idiotic at first glance, it requires a warrior's brilliance and a steady mind to fully wield the weapon to its fullest potential.
The Sixth Commander was inspired by the Sword, the Honorable Knight, the lone knight within a group of warriors, the weapon that shuns the others for their cruelty and lack of wisdom in the concepts of battle.
They were the Iron Smith's greatest creation and most loyal set of warriors he ever made.
Despite the Iron Inquisition looming threat, they never once step forth to truly take down the Kingdom, some say that to this day, they're simply waiting for the perfect time to strike, the perfect time to finally arrive out of the crusty earth and enact their revenge against the Kingdom of Mewni.
It was just a normal day for Marco Diaz and Star Butterfly, well, normal enough for them to take a visit to Star's home, The Kingdom of Mewni, our two heroes calmly traversed through the slums and lower district of the Kingdom of Mewni, Marco Diaz was the first to ask why they were even doing here, Star just pulled him into Mewni without so much of a heavy explanation.
"So, why are we Mewni again Star? I mean, whats the special occasion?" Marco asked curiously, not really understanding why they're visiting Star's home, and even then, why aren't they're visiting the royal castles instead of the Outskirts?
"Well Marco, My Mom and Dad have an anniversary dinner Today! luckily for me, I can bring you so I won't get bored out of my mind! Seriously, all what my Mom and Dad does during their anniversary is invite their own friends to the dinner, I'm the only young person there, so I'm glad that I could bring you Marco." Star said with a honest smile on her face.
"Wait, but why are we are not in the castle?" Marco asked, Star simply answered with a cool and collected shrug.
"I guess I like spending time with you alone I guess." Star Nonchalantly instantly bringing a deep blush within Marco's face, he chuckled nervously from his friend's almost flirtatious but honest words.
"Hehehe! Alright then Star...Lets continue with that I think..." Marco said with an extra tint of awkwardness, Star giggled at Marco's flushed nature as they continued on their merry way, walking through the dirty but peaceful commons of the Kingdom of Mewni. Our two heroes explored the market district of the common areas, there was a plethora of shops, each of them selling a variety of things, Giant Toe's, eye of newts, mushrooms, enchanted cloaks, fairy dust and all of that whimsical stuff within their ram-shackle and poorly-made shop stands.
Despite of the non-mundane things that were being advertised, none of them pique Marco's interest as he walked with Star, in fact, most of them looked quite icky for the Mundane Human boy, more gross rather than enchanting for the Latino boy.
"So, Star, do you visit here often?" Marco asked nonchalantly to his skipping friend, although he mentally slapped himself, his words sounding like a pick-up line rather than a genuine question, Star nibbled on her wand as, in contrast to her human friend Marco, was entranced by the many things that the shopkeepers were selling.
"Eh, not really Marco, you're talking to a Magical Princess here, so I wasn't really born into the mud, like these guys!" She said innocently as she browsed around the shops, there was one in particular that caught her eye along with Marco's surprisingly.
It was as humble as a mud pie, it was a cloaked hunched-back creature, its ragged dirt brown hoods and robes covering most of the creatures body as its strangely metal gloved hand was caressing a finely-carved wood pipe, it sighed under its breath, breathing out some smoke as it inhaled its wooden pipe.
It sat cross-legged on the loose dirt, scratching itself as in front of the hermit vendor was a arrangement of weapons all sprawled out on a thin red cloth, all six weapons looked beautifully crafted, made of a silver-like metal, not cold iron or rustic steel but legendary silver.
"Oh! Did you forge these yourself?" Star asked the cloaked hunch-hermit, it took another huff of its wood pipe before answering the princess, his voice was light and raspy like a kind grandfather.
"Yes I did, spent a long time forging them myself, are you two interested?" He asked as he took another huff of his wood pipe, it smelled of hickory and burnt wood as the aroma he made through the constant huffing of his wood pipe, Marco stared at the Sword of the Six weapons in particular, its blade reflected Marco's image as he stared at it with some curiosity in his eyes.
"Well, contrary to what I look like, I'm quite the weapon master if I do say so myself!" Star innocently boasted, the old hermit wasn't fazed by Star's immature arrogance, even hiding a smile within his shadowed face, happy to see some enthusiasm within the cruel commons.
"Are you? What about you, boy?" The Hermit asked as Marco quickly shook his head, focusing to much on his reflection on the stainless and shiny sword.
"Eh...Not really..." The Hunched and Hooded Hermit stop puffing his wood pipe as he heard this, he looked absolutely surprised from Marco's words, with a slow and careful motion, the Hermit dropped his wood pipe on the ground, slowly rosing from the ground, he was incredibly short, being only to up to Star and Marco's shoulders when it came to his full height.
The Hermit grabbed the hilt of the sword, and with a simple nod of the head, the sword shined with the sun light struck it, it slowly cut through the air as it whisked through it like a fish in a current as he offered it to Marco, its cross-guard was shaped like a dragon head, gold as its looked like the head was breathing out the blade of the sword, the handle looked like a tough but tanned leather, and the pommel had a simple but mysterious blue orb attached, acting as a small cudgel for the heavenly-made sword.
"Perhaps, its time to start learning, remember, the weapon you wield is the most loyalest thing you'll come by." The Old creature offered to Marco with a kind tone, pulling out a black-leather sheath from his back robe flaps and inserting the sword within its holster.
"Take it, take it." The Hermit repeated, the boy's first reaction was surprise obviously, he never expected such generosity from a stranger, especially from this hermit who looks like he's struggling to even move, Star looked at Marco with a small smile on her face, she was practically begging for him to accept the Old man's gift.
"Gosh...I never, had a gift like this...Thank you..." Marco said as he bowed his head in respect to the hermit, the hooded hermit nodded back as he slowly moved back to his sitting spot, plopping down on the ground and making an audible clunk as he got back to puffing in more herbs within his wooden pipe.
"Remember to wield it for justice." The Old man concluded as he huffed out a huge gasket of smoke,
"Thank you..." Marco said once again as both Star and himself started to leave the commons, somewhat satisfied from the turn of events.
"Look at you swordsman Marco with your very own sword! I'm kind of jealous to be honest!" Star giggled playfully causing Marco to blush once again.
"I never really used one of these...And I doubt I will, I'm probably just going to hang this on my wall or something when we get back home" Marco admitted, causing Star to raise an eyebrow at him.
"Well, one day, you might need it Marco, who knows?" Star said with a shrug as the two began their walk to the royal castle.
'I doubt that day will never happen...' Marco said, tempting his fate.