Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews guys!
It's really inspired me to write.
Well, here is the second chapter of my story.
Enjoy!
Second Author's Note: I revised the story, adding a SLIGHT action to this art of the story.
They say he was cursed by a swordsman.
On the night of his family's downfall, that tall figure walked over to the baby, feeling the energy emanating from the small child. He shoved the Devil's Sunrise back into its sheath. It was a giant sword, but he wielded it as if it were a wooden stick.
He took the baby in its cloth wrapping and touched the center of the child's forehead with his sharp fingers. Little by little, the bright aura from his head slowly seeped out and infused with the dark aura of the swordsman. Suddenly, the swordsman felt younger, almost as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Hey, you! What are you doing!"
The swordsman whipped around. He came face to face with a Bishop, greeting him with a harsh tone. The swordsman scowled and dropped the baby. The small child hit the ground forcefully, releasing a loud wail.
"How dare you talk to a Commander like that! I may do whatever I'd like!"
The bishop clenched her fist and muttered under her breath one word.
"Genesis."
The dark skies allowed an opening above his draconic army and an angel came down and became to recite the holy words of God. Energy beams instantly blasted down upon the evil army. The swordsman fell to the ground from the shaking and erupting of the light. Many of the dragons were instantly vaporized and the ashes blew away in the wind.
When the attack had receded, the angry bishop glared at the so-called "Commander".
"Do not play around with the creations of God." She seethed.
The Commander backed away and said one word.
"Panic!"
He swung his sword at the Bishop.
"Magic Guard! Angel Ray!" she roared.
An invisible bubble blocked the enraged swordsman's attack. A bow appeared from her staff and released an arrow of holy light.
The arrow hit the swordsman directly in the chest.
The swordsman flew back into the soft snow. He coughed up crimson onto the white powdery blanket and said weakly "Retreat!"
When his army had retreated, she ran over to the young baby, still crying from the loud noise the rays had brought. She soothed him by creating bubbles with the powers of Heal. The green mystical bubbles floated onto the child and healed his heart.
But not his body.
The hands of darkness claimed his left eye and only left a red glowing pupil in the center. The white was completely gone.
The bishop did not care of this abnormality. She cradled him under her arms and shuffled through the snow, carrying the child back to her cottage.
After calming the boy down and making him go back to sleep, the bishop collapsed on her bed. She had not used Genesis for a very long time. She had also never felt such dark, powerful energy. It made her wonder if he had come back…
No, of course not… it's impossible…
She reassured herself by making herself a cup of tea. She poured a small bit of mana potion into the golden colored tea. It was soothing and gave her warmth again. It gave her time to think about the child. Where had he come from? Who was that swordsman?
What am I going to do with you...?