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The crowd was silent. Behind them they could hear soldiers smashing and breaking everything they could get their hands on. Grabbing valuables and pets, to eat or keep, and burning whatever else there is. Desino, once a bustling little village, now lay in ruin thanks to King Ventin's troops. Leaves of charred trees crackle as the raging fire fueled by King Ventin's hate for humanity engulfs them. " Speak your next words carefully old man because if you say something I don't like, I'll start adding the still breathing bodies of the children to the fire which engulfs your pathetic village" King Ventin's eyes were filled with sick sadistic images of the children begging their parents to do something as the King picked them up by the hair and began tossing them into the fire.
" You are a sick fucking monster" Said the man who helped the elder to front of the crowd. He Spit in Ventins face as he smiled a twisted smile as if taking the remark as a complement.
The spit leaked off Ventins face and onto his armor-plated boots. He wiped the spit off his face and in an instant, held the brave fool a foot off the ground by his throat.
"Any last words before I snap your neck like a twig?"
" Go to hell. For I die today not at the hands of a kingbut at the hands of a weak, chaos addicted, heartless, shell of a man."
"How touching. I'll make sure to keep that in mind as I kill the rest of these pathetic maggots." King Ventin laughed as the neck of the man cracked faster then expected. The group of soldiers gathered around the villagers laughed a sadistic unison laugh that chilled each and every bone of the villagers. At that moment, all the people of the village realized that their survival wasn't likely.
"Please, I'll tell you were the sword is. Please don't harm anyone else" The old man pleaded with Ventin as he dropped the lifeless body of his first victim to the ground.
"Don't play games with me. Show me. Oh and bring the little girl with you just in case your lying"
Outside the gate of the village, Maleo, a sixteen-year-old boy, was returning from the Cerda River with fish for his family when he noticed the smoke from the village. Maleo learned to swordfight from his father who was the blacksmith in the village but seeing his fathers' motionless body lying at the feet of King Ventin froze Maleo where he stood.
"That bastard!!!" He thought to himself. "I will get revenge for you father." He saw the soldiers emptying his fathers shop and throwing the well-crafted swords, shields and armor on a horse drawn cart. "No one is to wield the Dusk Slayer until the deity descends from the heavens and chooses the blades next master. But I cannot let Ventin get his hands on it." Maleo dropped the fish and rushed to the Shrine Of Desino where the Dusk Slayer was moments away from having a new master. Chosen or not.
The Shrine was about five minutes outside of Desino so Maleo rushed around the village walls to the steps of the shrine. The shrine has been apart of the village for generations but never has the Deity made his decent and bestowed the sword on a new master. Maleo remembered the stories from the town elder about the legend of the sword.
" The darkest day of the village, when all seems lost, is the day the swords new master will be chosen" The elder spoke these words every anniversary of the sword. Every year on July 27th, the village held a feast celebrating the day when the deity is said to descend. But every year, the villagers go to sleep without a new master of the Dusk Slayer chosen. No one besides Maleo and his mother and father celebrated that day for a different reason. Maleo was born on july 27th sixteen years ago. Maleo was gathering fish down at the riverbed for his birthday dinner that night.
Maleo surprisingly makes it to the shrine before King Ventin and his troops. He rushes up to the massive marble stone where sword is embedded. The sword had a glow around it that seemed to be drawing Maleo to it. The handle had a dark blue jewel in crested in the bottom. The jewel was said to have to create a light that devours the darkness within the entire kingdom. The jewel was inside the mouth of a white lion that connected to the handle itself. The handle was made of a dark metal wrapped in a light white cloth molded around the handle. The blade is what really caught Maleo's eye. The blade had pointed ends placed strategically up the sides of it so any swing would be deadly. The Blade shimmered in the sun reflecting it white metal into the eyes of Maleo. The tip of the Dusk Slayer was as black as the night sky and as cold as the winter's deadly chill. Placed in three holes on the blade were three different stones. A black stone as dark as the tip of the blade was placed in the middle of the blade. Two dark blue stones like the one in the lion's mouth were place apart from each other. One was near the top right of the blade and the other was near the bottom left of the blade. It was a beautiful sword. Maleo snapped out of his daydream of the magnificent sword and reached for the handle when he heard " SEIZE THAT BOY!!! DO NOT LET HIM PUT HIS FITHY HANDS ON MY SWORD." Maleo turns around to see King Ventin ascending the stairs with his troops in tow.
"Maleo, What are you doing here? Run boy!!! Don't try and be a her…"
The elder spoke not another word. His eyes opens blinded for a moment at what he saw. King Ventins troops stopped in their tracks. Nobody moved besides the elder who push his way past a few guards to get a better view.
Maleo stood atop of the shrine. Aura glowing a bright blue-white light. He held the Dusk Slayer in his hand. The new master has been chosen.