Become the storm that changes the world. Join the warrior, Dust, along with the mythical Blade of Ahrah and its colorful sword-guardian, Fidget. Together, your action-packed journey will take you across a dangerous, beautiful world gripped by unendi...
Narrator:Our world has fallen to fade. Its great works long-since complete, its storied civilizations long-since fallen to dust, the greatest legends of Elysium long-since forgotten.
What was once a land of promise has fallen to the ravages of war, and it was in this our most desperate hour that the greastest of Elysian tales began.
The lone warrior stood against an army, slashing his way through all who opposed him.
The mob stood no chance, and the soldier showed no mercy. But despite his victories, his skills, his ruthlessness, the valiant soldier would perish on this day. Not to the mob, but to a single child.
--The Glade--
In the forest meadow, a warrior lay on the ground surrounded by flowers and trees. Motionless before a voice calls out to him.
???: Dust... Dust arise!
The warrior awoken from his slumber and sat on his knees.
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A sword appeared before him, floating over the ground.
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Dust: Wh... A talking sword? What are you?
???: Only that which you have summoned.
Dust: Summoned? How? For what surpose?
Blade of Ahrah: That I do not know. But we shall learn in time. Now rise, and claim the Blade of Ahrah.
The sword appeared in his hand. The warrior, Dust, got on his feet when a small creature flies over to him.
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???: Huff, huff... Stop... stop right there!
Dust: And who is she?
Fidget: Me? I'm Fidget! Guardian of this sword!
Dust: No offense, but aren't you a bit... well, small? For a guardian, I mean?
Fidget: Hey, I just look after that thing! After two-hundred years, nobody expects a sword to just fly off and start, you know, talking. I'm kind of wishing somebody told me this was part of the job description. Or maybe they did... and I just wasn't paying attention? That happens sometimes.
Dust: I'm sorry, I think I misheard before. You said your name was Fidget?
Fidget: Hey, this isn't about me! You're the one who's got my sword! How about you tell me YOUR name?
Dust: I'm... ah...
Blade of Ahrah: Calm yourself, Fidget. His name is Dust, and he is the one who woke me from my slumber.
Dust: So... Fidget, then?
Fidget: That's me! And you're Dust?
Dust: It would seem that way, though I can't recall that name. So... what is this sword?
Blade of Ahrah: I am the Blade of Ahrah, and you, Dust, are my fated sword-bearer.
Fidget: Yes, well, that's all great and everything, but I think it's about time I got this sword back to the clan.
Dust: I can't let you just leave with this sword, Fidget. Right now, it's the only thing that knows who I am. I don't even know how I got here...
Fidget: Hmph! Well, then you leave me with no choice! I... I challenge you! The winner gets the sword!
Dust: Well, I-
Fidget: Alright, alright! You win! But don't think I'm leaving empty-handed! I'm coming with you! But, um... I really need the sword back when you're done doing... you know, whatever it is you're doing.
Dust: What exactly AM I doing, Ahrah?
Blade of Ahrah: The answers you seek lie to the east. There is a path through the glade that leads down the mountainside, and from there you will find a village. That is your first step.
Fidget: THEN will you give me the sword? I reeeeeally need to get it back home before anyone notices it's gone!
Dust: When I find out just what it is I'm supposed to do with it, it's all yours, Fidget. C'mon, let's go.
The two started their journey to find Dust's answers to his questions. About his past and who he was.
