I am not human.
I'm used. Well, I used to be used. Now I serve another purpose.
I'm a grave marker. First, for my second master, then for a special girl.
I live in a church now.
I've seen many battles firsthand. In fact, I was used to destroy.
I've witnessed many heart-tugging scenes. My first master dying, giving me to his apprentice. My second Master dying, and passing me on to his friend. Then I fought, side by side, with him. And one day, I was used to mark the grave. Then I was moved to my sacred home in the Sector 7 church.
I'm the Buster Sword. A weapon to destory, crush, aniliate my wielder's enemies. But I bring hope, life, and a sense of sercurity.
I miss my Master, but I am content with my speical job. The less I'm used, the more peaceful the world is.
The world is better without me.
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This was written for my best friend, ., who is moving far away very soon. I'm going to miss you Nala. You are my odd sister, I mean, you can practically walk in my house and declare "I'M HOME!" whenever you feel like it. I'm going to miss you like crazy. I can feel the tears beginning to flow.
Good-bye Nala.
Love you like a sister.
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