Sheer

Chapter 1b: The Beginning Of The End

8 years have passed since the murder of Master Nylic. There was a funeral for him and 17 year old Arron went but was quiet and didn't stay for the reception or anything. He went back to where he lived and sharpened his axe, which really wouldn't do anything, because his axe is always in good condition. He would go back in the woods and keep practicing with his axe. Every time he brought it back ready to swing, he would remember that tragedy. And when he was on the last thick tree, he focused, brought it back and started remembering that tragedy all again and he clenched his teeth and started crying, then yelled as his axe blade got bigger than him and he swung that axe and sliced  perfectly through it. The tree then timbered and feel upon other trees and got stopped by another tree. Then he dropped his axe as it went back to normal size and kneeled down and started crying. Everyday since Master Nylic's death, he would walk out into the village by himself and night and those who didn't know would wonder why his master wasn't with him, but he would never answer them. And whenever he got back to his home, he would keep practicing. Until one day, he got up out of bed and thought hard. ".... I'm finally strong enough....I'm gonna leave this village and go find that bastard who killed my master and I'll kill him. He went and took a shower then dried off and put on his gray shirt and charcoal colored sweatpants with green streaks down on both sides and his blue and green shoes, then he picked up his axe and went off into the village hoping to come across those fiends. So Arron was finally on his journey to find the killer,he walked through the woods and camped by himself and watched the stars and walked across fields and then he he came across a river of water he bent over and looked down in it and a reflection of him showed but a shadowy figure behind him showed too. Then he quickly slashed his axe behind him and saw there was nothing there and he looked around and saw the swordsman on the other side of the river. "You. I've come to avenge my master's death by taking your life!" Arron said, while getting in fighting stance with his axe. "Very well. Come." The swordsman said as he was pulling his sword out. They both stared down each other then Arron made the first move and jumped up and swung around his axe then brought it down and clashed with the swordsman's sword. Arron's eyes were filled with hate and revenge as he clashed with him then Arron flipped over on the other side of him dashed at him with a quick blow but he blocked it and spun around slashes Arron on his arm. Arron staggered back and got angry and his axe blades grew big then he ran at him again but swerved to one side of him and the swordsman quickly tried to slash him again but Arron flipped over him and in mid air he brought his axe down and cut his arm off then landed on the other side. Blood gushed out of the swordman's arm area. The arm that was cut off of the swordsman started burning into ashes. "What the hell? Why is his arm burning into ashes?", Arron thought with a smug look on his face. "Damn it! How did you manage to cut my arm off! Normally it would have grown back." The swordsman said as he started weirdly forming back into a winged and horned demon with blood still gushing out. "A demon! And this is no ordinary axe. This is a holy axe, prophesied to be crafted by the angels in Heaven!", Arron shouted proudly as he pointed the axe toward the one armed demon. "So wait, that means the other one wasn't dead because that knife was a normal knife.... Aw shit! Whatever, I came here to kill you!", then Arron started going on about his duties. The swordsman started thinking, "Heheh... He seems like a sympathetic type. Maybe if I surrender, he'll feel bad for me and let me go.". The demon bowed towards him, grinning ear to ear. "You are right sir. You won fairly. You may take my head as your prize." Then Arron walked up to him. Then the demon started thinking, "Now time for him to feel bad and let me g--". Next thing you know, the demon's head went flying because Arron didn't hesitate to slash his head off. The head started gushing out blood and the body just falls over and lays there. "You cray, I don't want your stinky head! I just wanted to kill you!", Arron said as he punted the demon's head in the river. So after meeting with that demon, he realized that he was gonna be up against a league of demons. "Alright, well it looks like these things who attacked my master are demons. But I'll still take them on.", Arron said. "I'm also gonna have to deal with this slash on my arm because it's bleeding down my arm..." So he picked up his axe and walked off and walked through many woods and made campfires again. Then he came across another village. It was a big village so he walked around and saw people selling fruits and vegetables and looked to the other side and saw a clinic. "Awwww yeah!" Arron shouted as he ran inside and he got checked in and was getting bandage wrapped. around his arm. " Thanks a lot, miss." Arron said to the doctor. "Anytime, come again!" The doctor said with a cheery smile that creeped him out. "....Not likely..", Arron smirked weirdly as he went out the door and then he heard a crash and screaming going on down near a veggie cart and it was a bandit taking a woman's bag of personal belongings. "Hey you! Stop right there!" the village police came running out and started chasing the bandit but couldn't catch the bandit. "I got this!" Arron thought as he started dashing down past everyone and chased the bandit in the woods but a few minutes later,  he came out and had the knocked-out bandit and the woman's belongings. "Here you go ma'am" He gave her her things back and tossed the bandit at the feet of the village police. "Thank you sir! We tried catching that bandit for years but never could!" They said bowing their heads. "Oh...uh..it's okay, just serving justice!" Arron said, while turning around. One villager noticed on his axe and his neck, he had the same symbol. "Hey! Are you from Flallen?", the villager asked. "Uh yeah...how did you know?" Arron said, cocking his head a little. "Oh i just noticed the Flallen symbol on your neck and your axe handle! I heard about the famous Flallen family who built the village and used their last name as the village name.". Arron was astounded and surprised he knew and he turned and pointed at himself. "Yep that's right! I'm Arron Flallen, and I'm looking for the bastards who killed my family and master!" Arron said proudly. "This axe has been passed down for generations and now I have it. I'm gonna be known as a great axe wielder in my family's name and continue the tradition!". Everyone in the village started clapping and tossing flowers and stuff. "Thank you, thank you. But there is no need to applaud my mission. And thank you all for your support though!" Arron said with a huge smile and sticking out a thumbs up. Arron continued walking past the village, ignoring the suspicious guy in the background who was eyeballing him the whole time, ".........heh."the suspicious guy said and then he faded off in the same direction as Arron.......

TO BE CONTINUED.