Chapter Two
So burns the forge.
Enough of the artifact let us focus upon the one who's entire life I the word of fate am about burn to smoldering wreck and who's very heart I am going to twist. Yes I sound like the bad guy but that jerk makes me seem like a blessing. His name was Robert though he preferred Bob. His name was really Bob but his adopted family hated his name so they just got rid of it. He lived I the upper middle class. He passed most of his classes but he was not a normal kid. For one thing he wore a glove over his right hand and only took it off when he showered. His eyes where black except for the pupils the where red. He had a scar under his right eye, no one knew why he had this scar. It was almost as if he had been born with it. He had I made sure he felt my blade first. He was a loner by nature and experience had taught him well. In his eighteen years he had only one friend and that was a cat, who had always lived with him. This cat was strange because liked fruit and carets. It was June 6th six am. That was the first day he and I where ever near and since then we had never been apart since to his great torment. This was the day of the test, see every year on this day every one of this age is gather up and over the month they put through one test. That is to draw me. As fate would have it (or maybe a cyan haired demon would have it) He was the first to draw me. He had brought his cat and his guitar the only things that gave him and comfort. Upon this day he chose to go ungloved to test so that he would do it as himself and not the façade he wore. As soon as his hand touched me I knew he was the hero to be forged I made sure every one else knew. When he withdrew me from the stone and pointed me straight into the air I flare Blue. I drew upon my great powers and forged them into the boy's soul and mind. I shall never forget that scream that emerged. It was neither Human or animal but something in between. All who witness have nightmares and some killed themselves in a mass suicide cult. Upon the first day we had begun death be fouled the air. This is going to be one bloody hell of a summer isn't it.
Enough of the artifact let us focus upon the one who's entire life I the word of fate am about burn to smoldering wreck and who's very heart I am going to twist. Yes I sound like the bad guy but that jerk makes me seem like a blessing. His name was Robert though he preferred Bob. His name was really Bob but his adopted family hated his name so they just got rid of it. He lived I the upper middle class. He passed most of his classes but he was not a normal kid. For one thing he wore a glove over his right hand and only took it off when he showered. His eyes where black except for the pupils the where red. He had a scar under his right eye, no one knew why he had this scar. It was almost as if he had been born with it. He had I made sure he felt my blade first. He was a loner by nature and experience had taught him well. In his eighteen years he had only one friend and that was a cat, who had always lived with him. This cat was strange because liked fruit and carets. It was June 6th six am. That was the first day he and I where ever near and since then we had never been apart since to his great torment. This was the day of the test, see every year on this day every one of this age is gather up and over the month they put through one test. That is to draw me. As fate would have it (or maybe a cyan haired demon would have it) He was the first to draw me. He had brought his cat and his guitar the only things that gave him and comfort. Upon this day he chose to go ungloved to test so that he would do it as himself and not the façade he wore. As soon as his hand touched me I knew he was the hero to be forged I made sure every one else knew. When he withdrew me from the stone and pointed me straight into the air I flare Blue. I drew upon my great powers and forged them into the boy's soul and mind. I shall never forget that scream that emerged. It was neither Human or animal but something in between. All who witness have nightmares and some killed themselves in a mass suicide cult. Upon the first day we had begun death be fouled the air. This is going to be one bloody hell of a summer isn't it.