Chapter I
The Awakening of a Hero
Blackness, pure dark. It wasn't normal, something was wrong this time. For he did not know what it was, it still drifted on him like a curse. In this bleak, dim color, only one other significant shine could be seen. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was pushing him to move closer. He can feel drought on him, each step, every inch that he got closer to it, his body ached grippingly.
His eyes darted open, for the sound of thunder had woken him, he thought that the darkness would never release its grasp. He felt the cold sweat drops fall down his face and all down his back, but what he was focusing on was in the room. In the corner, straight across from his bed was a plaque, but what was on the plaque made the most importance. A sword, not like most swords where he lived, had a handle for two hands to take hold of and a 3ft. long blade. Now, he lived in an area where if you were one of the warriors, you wielded a katana, but this young boy was an outcast.
He had never fitted in with his other peers, but there was something special about him. When he would become upset or angry, the darkness he had just witnessed would come into real form and the unthinkable would occur. The person right by him or the closest living thing would be attacked by darkness, they would fall to the floor, and their face would turn a really low shade. He too would be taken under control by the same thing he is burdened to carry, and collapse to the ground, pale and cold sweated again.
The day he had received his sword was quite awkward, his mind race to the time. On his way home from school, he had found himself in a field, but this time, he wasn't alone. A cloaked figure came from behind, it didn't seem right to be wearing a pitch-black robe in the middle of the day, but it had still shadowed his face well. He came upon the boy, and had outstretched his arm. From what the boy could tell, he had some kind of steelwork under the sleeve, but his robe was very concealing. He spoke in a deep and tremendously quite voice, no normal person would hear, because the boy wasn't hearing from his ears, but the darkness inside. It was as if the man could get inside him and speak directly to his brain, it was the strangest occurrence the boy had ever faced.
The man spoke, "Young brood, you have finally achieved the age to acquire the Masamune. It is the only way of your survival and protection, do not make me see you again, for that day will mean the end of the world..." The man vanished just as he came upon the boy, as he had his arms outstretched, the sword lying so gently on top. The boy grasped the blades handle and could feel the weight overcome him. He grasped with his other hand, and could feel the power of this dark sword sink deep into his body. The sword felt five times lighter that it had before, now that he could stay in control.
His mind approached to a stop and then a loud yell, "DAMION! ARE YOU UP YET!?" He didn't notice that he was sitting there, staring at his treasure for almost 2 hours. The sun had risen, and his foster mom had just woken up. This was the first voice he heard on the beginning day of the end of everything.
The Awakening of a Hero
Blackness, pure dark. It wasn't normal, something was wrong this time. For he did not know what it was, it still drifted on him like a curse. In this bleak, dim color, only one other significant shine could be seen. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was pushing him to move closer. He can feel drought on him, each step, every inch that he got closer to it, his body ached grippingly.
His eyes darted open, for the sound of thunder had woken him, he thought that the darkness would never release its grasp. He felt the cold sweat drops fall down his face and all down his back, but what he was focusing on was in the room. In the corner, straight across from his bed was a plaque, but what was on the plaque made the most importance. A sword, not like most swords where he lived, had a handle for two hands to take hold of and a 3ft. long blade. Now, he lived in an area where if you were one of the warriors, you wielded a katana, but this young boy was an outcast.
He had never fitted in with his other peers, but there was something special about him. When he would become upset or angry, the darkness he had just witnessed would come into real form and the unthinkable would occur. The person right by him or the closest living thing would be attacked by darkness, they would fall to the floor, and their face would turn a really low shade. He too would be taken under control by the same thing he is burdened to carry, and collapse to the ground, pale and cold sweated again.
The day he had received his sword was quite awkward, his mind race to the time. On his way home from school, he had found himself in a field, but this time, he wasn't alone. A cloaked figure came from behind, it didn't seem right to be wearing a pitch-black robe in the middle of the day, but it had still shadowed his face well. He came upon the boy, and had outstretched his arm. From what the boy could tell, he had some kind of steelwork under the sleeve, but his robe was very concealing. He spoke in a deep and tremendously quite voice, no normal person would hear, because the boy wasn't hearing from his ears, but the darkness inside. It was as if the man could get inside him and speak directly to his brain, it was the strangest occurrence the boy had ever faced.
The man spoke, "Young brood, you have finally achieved the age to acquire the Masamune. It is the only way of your survival and protection, do not make me see you again, for that day will mean the end of the world..." The man vanished just as he came upon the boy, as he had his arms outstretched, the sword lying so gently on top. The boy grasped the blades handle and could feel the weight overcome him. He grasped with his other hand, and could feel the power of this dark sword sink deep into his body. The sword felt five times lighter that it had before, now that he could stay in control.
His mind approached to a stop and then a loud yell, "DAMION! ARE YOU UP YET!?" He didn't notice that he was sitting there, staring at his treasure for almost 2 hours. The sun had risen, and his foster mom had just woken up. This was the first voice he heard on the beginning day of the end of everything.