Glade of the Spirit Blade:

Chapter Two- Tears of Blood

There she was in the flesh my best friend, who was... dead. Her eyes looked at me vacantly, and she then smiled a smile of something not of this world... the smile of the dead! She walked like a zombie towards me, still with the smile. There were footprints of blood left behind wherever she stepped.. I Flinched and took a step back, she looked confused by my action, but then her unnatural grin widened, and it was more unnatural than the sadistic grins of the characters in the anime. She then leaped at me, exposing fangs... there was a blinding flash of light! Then there was a spirit of a young girl with long blonde hair standing next to me, her eyes held the wisdom one could only acquire after thousands of years... but they also showed an air of pain that even one thousand years couldn't extinguish... she then said in a commanding voice "Unsheathe the blade and fight, don't stand there like a coward. You have a life to lead, so don't die at the hands of this death demon!" she had a commanding presence, one could not help but listen and find meaning in her words... I unsheathed the blade and I attacked. I missed the first time after she leaned back and barely evaded the slash, but she then leaned forwards... that was a fatal mistake! I brought the blade back down and I managed to get a deep enough cut, and she died almost immediately. Before her death her eyes returned to normal and in a raspy voice she said, "I know you will miss me, but I am always with you. So don't grieve my death so much... it hurts me more than it hurts you, watching you suffer... because of... me...".

She looked so sad to be leaving and going back to wherever she had gone after death. I asked the spirit that had come out of the sword to aid me "Is there anything I can do to help her?" the spirit looked distant for a moment as though she was recalling something of her past... she then said "There is nothing..." a single tear slid down her cheek and splatter on the ground, at the same moment my friend turned into dust... and drifted away on a sudden breeze that came from the open window in the kitchen. Once again, I was over taken by grief. But that was soon replaced with determination to destroy those who didn't respect the dead. As well as their moments of peace away from this world. Then with a determined look I said "What's next?" the spirit then gave me a sideways glance, sighed, then she said "For now you should wipe that expression off your face, this was only the first one... the next ones will be... tougher..." with the grim look on her face I didn't doubt what she said for a moment. I resheathed the blade and carried it to the room where it had been for... who knows how long, and placed the blade on the old four-poster bed. But then I noticed what looked like that hting you placed a sword in that was for ceremonial purposes or of great importance, I carried the sword over to it and gently set it in place. The sword gave off a small gleam in appreciation. I walked out of the room and went into my own.

When I opened my door I was shocked to see the spirit hovering over my computer, looking at it as though she'd never seen a computer before in her entire life. But based on her clothes -which was a sky blue kimono, with a snowflake pattern- it looked like she hadn't lived during the age of electricity. I then asked "Aren't you going to stay with the sword?" after a pause she said "You'll understand why when you become one of the spirits in the blade..." when it became apparent that she wasn't going to answer I said "What do you mean by 'when you become one of the spirits in the the blade'?". She then returned her gaze to the computer and completely ignored my question! Seriously! Spirits these days! Can't even get them to answer a simple question! Based on what she said I was one day going to be one of the spirits inside the sword... but what does that mean? Heh... heh... now i'm kinda nervous!

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