Chapter 1: Light fading into Darkness
Lying face down unconscious, he slowly begins to wake up, he lifts himself up with his arm for support and examines his surroundings. He quietly begins to question.
"Where am I?" He says, as he fully gets up to examine further his location.
"Am I in a temple?" He says as he sees the destruction that had happened inside the temple, the columns were destroyed, shattered broken glass on the floor from the windows, and a huge stone door broken in half; parts of it into rumble.
He looks closely at the two-halves of the stone door and sees a gleaming light coming from inside the gap.
He walks over to the rumble to get a closer look on what's causing that light?
As he approaches the broken stone door, he slowly tries to fit through the rumble and makes his way through the crack.
In the end of the path through the stone door, there lies a shattered rumble of stone and in front of it lies a broken half of a sword.
"What the-." He says as he approaches the sword.
He kneels and says, "I have never seen a well-crafted blade before, but why was it destroyed? And why does it lie here in this temple?
He extends his arm towards the broken sword and opens up his hand, he felt an immense energy struggling within the Blade.
"Hmm...you are a very unusual sword to be carrying such unique power...but there is a disturbance, like you're missing something or someone."
"Huh!?" He says, as his mind gets pulled within the sword's consciousness. Through time and space, he sees and learns of the Blade's history.
He witnessed a generation of heroes who wielded this Blade, to fight off the evil that consumes the land, and the lives of others. The Blade had a purpose, and that purpose was to serve and aid its Master, through the countless slaying of wild beasts and monsters-to also the countless slashes of cutting grass and breaking pots, but the Sword still shines it's light to vanquish any evil that stands in it's way.
But one has not yet awaken and experience that heroism that lies within him.
"Your Masters were true heroes to their eras...but...there is someone who hasn't yet to discover the history his ancestors served and the journey that lies ahead of him," he says as he continues to warp further behind one hero's terrible fate.
The Sword teleported our young seeker into a time where a mother was carrying her young baby boy into the forest, until she stumbled upon a tall dark figure.
The Man was hard for our seeker to identify as his figure compose a shadowy form within the forest's dark atmosphere. The Man took out his sword, and raised it high-up above his head.
With one swing, he slashed the mother diagonally, leaving her to scream a very distinct sound that pierced the seeker's ears, and eyes with a drip of tears falling downward on his face. She fell dead on the ground, dripping of blood, but also holding strong for the comfort and safety for her child.
The Man walks toward the child, removes him from his mother's hands. The Child screams and cries of discomfort from the Man.
The scenery begins to fade into black as the Man walks away with the Child in his hands.
Author's Notes: This is my first FanFiction. I hope you, the Reader, enjoyed this chapter. Please feel free to comment/review this portion of the chapter, and also Favorited this if you like to see more chapters on the way. If not, I respect that thought. I might continue on the chapters, it may take a week or 2 or more depending on my schedule; I'll see if I can finish it before then. I gotta edit and proofread my writing before it becomes "Final."
Adios all-you happy readers.
-ViDevil (Victor)