The illuminating blue lights of an activated magic circle, drawn on the wooden floor, filled the darkened room with an eerie yet gentle glow. Dressed in a white haori and a long, red pleated skirt tied with a bow, stood the observer. Her brownish-blonde bangs casted a veil of darkness over her face. Anyone that saw her would've immediately assumed her as a Miko, a shrine maiden. The one who eternally keeps watch and weaves the threads of human life.
She scooped her hands together and held them out, allowing the magical energy within the room to gather within her palms, forming a golden sphere of light. With the squeeze of her hands, the sphere breaks, dispersing the energy throughout the room. It whizzes around the room as if desperately trying to escape, before finally settling before the watcher's feet. She holds out her hands once again, the energy shoots up in thin golden threads whilst twisting, turning and intertwining with each other, trying to become whole.
These threads are the 'golden threads of life', each thread responsible for the life of a human.
At first glance this maiden may seem like any ordinary human, but in her household, she is 'Master'. The Saniwa sage. Endowed with the ability to breathe life into historical swords to aid her with the never-ending battle against the evil forces that try to alter the course of history.
Granted a soul and human body to reside within, these swords live alongside their Saniwa sage to aid her as sword and shields in battle. With the help of these historical swords, countless victories in battle were assured.
But somewhere along the path of the Saniwa's journey, her swords began to evolve. Not just their strengths or skills in battle. They began developing the ability to learn and act on their own without the command of their Saniwa. They became capable of expressing human emotions. Newly breathed life in swords were given the body of a human child where they could age and grow. Though one quality that had seemed to remain the same was their inability to grow past adulthood, maintaining eternal youth.
Their relationship was no longer master and servant.
They were a family. A family where emotions of love, pain, joy and hatred could be shared, forming the unbreakable bonds of friendship.
However, happiness is always just a fleeting moment. Danger loomed over the Saniwa and her swords. Battles became more threatening as the Saniwa dwelled in her glorious past, forcing her to open her eyes and face the reality they were living now. Lives were lost in the chaos of long battles. Sacrifices made to regain territories, and blood was shed to maintain the trust in fellow comrades. Leaving people with their memories of loved ones as proof of them ever existing in this life.
When countless blades of swords were broken and their human forms returning to dust, death became inevitable to all.
Living was just another battle humanity had to face, except that their fates had already been decided from the very moment they let out a breath of air into this life.
Eventually, all would return to nothing.