Chapter One : Fatal Choice
I should not have been…
It was written that 23 years ago , in the year of the Firehorse , a deity would been reborn in the body of a mortal man. A Saviour. Destined to unite our people and show us the way to the promised land. Instead I was born from my mothers dying body. And the people wept. They said I was a bringer of doom. Maybe they were right.
My clan believed this sword was forged in heaven for a deity. No Mortal would be able to battle without its power draining their life.
The clans duty is to protect the sacred weapon. Even in our darkest moments the sword was never to be used.
But I wielded the heavenly sword , I savoured the grace and fury in my blows , never once forgetting what I was offering for such power. Days ago I made my fatal choice.
The pact is at an end and now I must pay the price.
I couldn't even scream as the ancient runes burned themselves into my skin , sucking away at my life and crawling over my skin like leeches. The pain , that was all that was on my mind in that moment . I remember how relieved I was , when I finally died and the pain ended. At least that was what I thought.
I saw how the heavens parted and felt my mind drift of into peaceful eternal slumber. In my last thoughts only one person got into my mind , Kairi. 'Please dear god let her alright, my little sister' where my parting words to this war torn world.