THE BREEZE whips my golden brown hair around my face. Twenty-years I've been here. Twenty-years spent being a weapon for the Stone Keepers. I live in what was once North America, and what is now Hanamue- a country where war is prohibited and keep the Blades for weapons. Let's start from the beggining. My name is Titanium Black. As I said before I live in Hanamue. The seasons here consit of mostly cold and wet, we often get blizzards and very rarely do we have sunny days. The year is somewhere around 2083, and the war of the ages has ended over twenty years ago.
I am a life form of special desent. My kind has specific powers that apply to our genetics. In the beggining there were twenty of us. We came out of our hiding to tell the human race of what knowledge they can possess- we call ourselves blades. At the time a group of power-hungry humans were at the brink of war- they called themselves The Keepers of the Stone. The slang word we use to call them by is " Merlins", originating from the old tale of King Arthur and his Sword, Escalabur. They got out of control the same year we came, but no one knows what the exact year was. Capturing us and slaughtering their own kind.
They tortured confessions out of us, taking us as weapons and using us in the war. There are seven of us left, including me. They sent us away from each other, prohibiting us to gang up. They classified us and sent us to our weakest spot of our genes, limiting our powers. They classified us by the way our eyes shone when using our elements. My name, Black, is the color of my eyes with my element. My element is one of the hardest to control. My element is wind. Wind is everywhere, all around us, how they stopped me you ask? Threats. You see, my kind are known for our bonds to each other and by catching one, you can catch all. I haven't seen most of my brethren in almost sixty years, causing much friction.
The wind whips at my arm, bringing me back to the world I hope to see live again. I stand up and stretch, smiling at the cracks of my joints. I look down at the camp below. I shake my head, my bronze hair whipping around my face. I walk down the hill and back into my life as a normal teen, or so everyone thinks. No one here knows about the blades, they think we are legends. Of course we go along but every once in a while the secrets slip and the human who hears is sent to the army.
" Titanium!" I hear and turn to see my best friend bounding to me. He smiles at me and punches my shoulder. " What's up, Gage?" I ask and he shrugs. " Waiting for the Merlins to keep their noses out of my buisness so I can talk to you." He says and looks around. Gage is a blade, too. We've been together since the begining. Yeah, the Merlins put two of us in one spot because this is both of our weak spots. I sigh, " They're getting more tense, what do you think's up?" He asks and I walk through the village, where it's not safe to talk about it. We walk to my place, a small black house with two rooms, not including the bathroom- a bedroom and a kitchen, just enough space to pass by. I unlock the door and Gage lets himself in.
We go into my room and he plops down on my bed. I walk over to the small window and prop it open. " I think the Merlins have something planned." He looks at me, his straigh black hair spiked up as it always is. His black eyes meet mine and his facial expression turns serious. He sits up and looks at me. " What are you thinking?" I shake my head. " I don't know. When I was over at the lumber station I overheard one of the Merlins talking about an outburst in the south. Something about wildfires burning the forest and I thought I heard that a blade escaped." Gage shoots up, " You're kidding! One got loose?"
I shrug and look at him. " It's highly possible that Voltaire Blue got loose." Voltaire is a blade whose element is fire, always burning what he can. " The pyromaniac finnally did it!" I hush Gage and go to the window, checking for any Merlins. " You need to keep your voice down, the Merlins don't know what we are talking about." I say and he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. " Sorry, Titanium." He says and I shake my head, walking out the door and starting towards Marge's pub. It's not even a pub, just a shack with stools, an island bar, and a limited supply of cooked meat the villagers bring in- including me.
