Error

Danger

As the years passed by, it was my 16th birthday.

Every year, my wish was to become stronger to do what they did, and become a fighter.

But the thing was only men could do it, But it was something that I had to do. 

And finally, that opportunity arrived. 

"Belle, come quickly." She grabs my arm, pushing me into the back along with her. 

"What's happening?" I was confused and concerned as she seemed hesitant.  

"The ones from the woods are infiltrating the streets. We have to wait for the fighters to come and fight them off."  As we gazed through the door's window, a reassuring voice within me spoke.

"They aren't coming fast enough. Go." I've been hearing these voices, and usually, when I did, they were right. 

I rush out from the back and notice a little girl out in the middle of the road. I can see the evil ones approaching with black flames around them, coming right toward her.

There wasn't any time to think about this; I knew what I had to do.  

I rush out of the back room, grabbing a sword from the person hiding under a table. 

I ran as fast as I could to the little girl. 

"Strike now." The voice replies. 

I jump into the air, striking at one of the evil ones. I cut off one of their arms.
In front of me, I noticed the hand became into coins. 

It was put into my coin slot that appeared.

I just got myself 50 coins. 

But they were still alive. 

"Run!!" I tell the little girl, holding the sword steady in my hands. 

I stood there holding the sword tightly, ready for what I had to do. As I stood tall, just about to strike, a sword was thrown from across the village, immediately striking it dead in the head.

"Hey there, what's your name, boy?" he asks with a smile as he approaches. 

My gaze fell on his as I noticed he was speaking to me. As he got closer, I looked above his head and noticed he was an elite fighter. 

One from the top ranks.

League fighter.
2365 kills.
Skilled.

"He doesn't speak." The older lady replies, putting her hand on my shoulders. 

He looked above my head and noticed that it had said nothing. 

"That's my sword!" A guy comes and quickly takes it from my hands. 

If he wasn't such a coward I wouldn't have had to take it. 

"Here, have this." The fighter spoke tossing his exact sword at me for me to catch.

I quickly grabbed it and held it in my hands. 

Did he just toss me his sword? W-why?

I gaze back up at him.

"I'm sure you'll into shape a great fighter one day." He grabs another sword out from behind him and takes off in another direction. 

I stood there for a moment, looking at the sword that was his but now mine. He was right; if I kept doing my best, maybe I could really be like them. 

"Look, I'll trade you my sword for yours now," the man says, holding the sword I had taken from him.

I looked at him at the blade I was holding; her hands tightening around it.  

It was mine.

Later that day, when all the evil ones from the forest were relinquished, I headed back home. 

Just thinking about what happened today, I knew what I wanted no had to do. 

I don't want to be just anyone. 

I want to be like them. I already had my mind made up. I've decided that tomorrow morning, I'll finally do what I've been practicing so hard for. 

I look over at the sword placed across my room from me, "I won't let you down, brother." 

I gently closed my eyes, clutching onto my blanket, as the world around me slowly faded, and I fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile in Bellas dreams....

I was walking down a pitch black hallway and as I kept walking a mirror was in-front of me..
and my hair flowed beautifully down my head.  

I approached the mirror closer and touched it with my hand, and it suddenly went up in flames.

I stumbled backward, startled by the reaction, my feet slipped out from under me, and I felt myself plunging into the void, the rush of wind whipping past me as I tumbled downward into the unknown. It seemed like it lasted for forever. 

As I kept falling I looked down to see the sword at the bottom standing up. 

My eyes widened. 

no, no, no.

As my body almost touched the sword, I fell onto a bed. Still completely adjusting to what happened, I gazed beside me to find the sword lying there, but it was different.

On the sword something was carved onto the blade. 

What was this.. i hadn't noticed any carvings on it before.

Error?

Suddenly, something tapped on my shoulder, and when I turned around, I saw an evil figure grinning at me with a wicked smile.

The interaction startled me making me wake up from the dream. 

My eyes widened immediately taking a look at the sword across from me on the other side of the room.

I put my slippers on and approached the sword. 

I knew it was only just a dream.. but something in me knew I had to check to just be sure. 

It was almost as if it wanted me to, pulling me to its aura. 

I flipped the sword over, and to my shock, something was carved onto it.

"Error."

I hesitantly dropped the sword, and as I looked into the blade's shining reflection, I saw a guy standing there.

he was screaming.. but it was different. He wasn't in pain.

Suddenly, blackness filled around him. 

He was an evil one. 

He turned to me smiling a wicked grin at me. 

I suddenly snap back to reality. 

What was that? 

"Did I just lose consciousness?

And who was that person I saw?"

Ugh I need to focus the dream is getting to me I just need to freshen up. 

I hurry to the bathroom, wash my face with warm water, and quickly dampen my face with a towel. I look back in the mirror and notice my eye... 

It was red.

What the heck was happening to me?! 

I quickly turn back on the water and splash water quickly on my face. 

I took another glance at the mirror and noticed my eye color was back...?

To normal.