Disclaimer:  Don't own Squaresoft (Or Square Enix?), or Final Fantasy, or Masamune THE SWORD.  I do own Masamune as the person.  (THAT was a huge spoiler...^_^)  My ideas behind this are that the sword has passed through all the different Final Fantasy worlds, has been used by all the people we have heard of in those games, and now...well, read.

Masamune

Prologue

How many years in servitude as a weapon of power.  He could no longer remember.  Year after year of being in possession of someone, every single death he had caused in that.  Bloodshed, sometimes terror, sometimes honor.  But always bloodshed. 

He thought he should be used to the idea.  Having once been a famous general, easily defeating armies single-handedly.  None dared to anger him, and even the greatest leaders would beg to have him lead their armies to victory.  He had thought nothing of blood, pain, or fear.  Only conquest, and being the one everyone respected. 

That must have caused some uproar.

What he could remember, was the wizened old man, coming up to him and begging him for money.  He remembered being suspicious of the man.  And the man eventually attacked him a few days later.  And no ordinary man was it.  A sorcerer, changing shape, coming to the general for the purpose of defeating the undefeated.  And succeeding.

He remembered pain and disbelief.  Being paralyzed, unable to move, and darkness. 

He also remembered rising as a spirit, until he could see himself...Shocked to see himself as a sword.

His spirit had been forced to follow the sword for so many years, he could no longer remember.  But death had been ingrained into his mind...people...monsters...that poor flower girl...in fact, death had even wielded him once.

He watched now as the sword lay alone in the void, gleaming in the darkness, a light aura slowly surrounding it.  A direct warmth spread through the air, and he felt himself pulled down, the sword glowing...

Inwardly, he smiled.  Maybe he wasn't quite defeated yet.

After all, I am Masamune.