The Curse.

Spinning complacently in the darkness, covered and blinded in a blanket in little lives, false security has loved this world, into a dark land of slumber. Wake up, and eye is upon you, watching and seeing everything you are, and what you can become. Let your future be decided by this eye. Are you ready to go?

A young teen with a large sword stands in the lone night, by himself and completely contempt as to what he has accomplished. As he walked, he crossed over several bodies of creatures, some of human decadence, some of different. Blood was scattered around the area, and on his body. One of the creatures moved to grasp for the boy's ankle, but stopped and fell to the ground again, it's head having a large sword straight through it, and into the ground. The sword was made of a large blade, bigger than anything ever made in existence.

The boy hefted this big blade by its small handle and tosses it across his shoulder, and walked further, stepping on monster and human bodies alike. Darkness surrounded him, as the light gave away, to show the lightly lit moon, showing his shadow on the ground through the dark forest. Behind him, buildings lay in shambles, burning with the fire of decay, and yells of agony sprayed across the land. Nothing was left to survive. The boy looked behind him, his armor showing little or none of his body but his arms and his eyes, but the eyes that shown were dark, filled with hate. Anyone who peered into them was surely to turn to the darkness.

After walking a little ways into the forest, the boy stopped at a tree, and sat down, sitting where he could be away from the moonlight, and away from the darkness. His sword stood tip first in the ground, where it lay shinning, the black aura glinting off of it's hilt, and crawling up the blade into the sky where it disappeared. The teen sat, leaning against the tree with his eyes closed, where he was drifting off to sleep. The night closed in, as the mist shrouded around him further, dampening his clothes and silencing his breath.

Screams shot through the town, as a little boy ran for his life. Looking behind him he saw several horsemen and a few doglike beasts. One of the dogs leaped out and snapped at his heels with its fangs, almost getting a hold of him. "NO!" The boy jumped as well, and tripped into a hole, where a spear almost hit his head from one of the horsemen's hand. He got up and began to scurry into the hole, moving as fast as he could. The darkness seemed to bind into him, as he crawled on his hands and knees through the tight space, trying to make his escape with his life intact. Panting heavily, he stopped and turned, coming to a bright opening, where a fire glinted in the background. He crawled out, and found a dead man lying on the ground, and gasped. Lying beside the man was a large sword, which seemed to grow in size as he came closer. The boy went to touch the blade, as an eye opened from the sword, and looked at him.

The teen slowly opened his eyes and grabbed for his sword's hilt, finding it, and lashed out, standing up, and hit several things. The two things that were floating in the air, fell in shambles, hitting the ground as a blue liquid seeped from the white bodies that they had. The teen stood up, swinging his sword around, and slung it over his shoulder, as it hitched into a custom built case at the tip.