The Green Flame

The Start of His Tormented Past

He was born to a dying mother and a father who had abandoned them long before, in his mother's final breaths she muttered his name and his name would be Tysenium,  but there was no talk of orphanages for a treasure hunter by the name of Dasmoctra who was Tysenium's uncle said that he would take the new born in as his own and raise him properly, the first few years of Tysenium's life were very easy but as soon as Tysenium had turned to the age of six Tysenium Dasmoctra started training Tysenium to wield a sword, no pitiful wooden swords like most children would train with, pure steel is what Tysenium would train with and train he did until the age of nine when he was now considered a proper master of the blade, it was the title that Dasmoctra had given him and most people had thought that it had gone to Tysenium's head, butDasmoctra thought otherwise and had given Tysenium the task to go to a temple for a legendary sword for his first task ever, Tysenium was happy that his uncle had so much trust in him and so he packed quickly and took the steel sword he had trained with his whole life and went off to the temple that was marked on his map for him, his first trial of his self was his courage, he had to cross through a dark forest that people would say bared creatures beyond the world's imagination, these stories did not scare Tysenium, he was a warrior in his uncle's eyes and he would not dare let  his uncle down, he pushed through the forest with no opposition giving Tysenium a clear path to the temple. Tysenium felt a slight familiarity about the temple like he had been there before, he shook these feelings, thinking it was just the temple messing with his head, once entering Tysenium was once again met with no opposition, just an empty room with the sword that Dasmoctra told him about, Tysenium took this as a test of wit and looked around and then tossed a rock into the center of the room and when nothing happened he had known there were no traps awaiting to be sprung upon him, he walked toward the sword in the center of the room and grasped the sword and pulled it out of the ground as the blade's shape was more visible, it was a thick blade, with a serrated and curved edge and suddenly a voice began to speak in Tysenium's mind.
"You feel the power already don't you? a burning sensation withing your bones?" The voice sounded like a woman's voice as Tysenium looks around the room.
"Don't bother looking for me I cannot be seen with your eyes, I'm in your mind, my spirit was sealed with this sword after I had died but now you have the sword and can take both the sword and it's power" The voice continued and then Tysenium spoke.
"Why are you telling me this?" Tysenium asked more curious than ever.
"Because the man who sent you here, your uncle, wishes to take the swords power for himself and once he gets it, he'll betray you." The voice explained.
"He would never!" Tysenium said abruptly.
"Are you so certain? Besides are you saying you don't trust me?" The voice asked and strangely enough Tysenium did take time to recognize that the voice was a very comforting one.
"Well do you trust me?" She asked once more and Tysenium nods.
"Good now take the power of the sword, as it is your right for retrieving it." She spoke with words that would make Tysenium agree again and once he agreed to taking the power a green flame suddenly spiraled around him and the flames had a magical essence causing Tysenium's muscles to grow and he had also become taller, his once silvery eyes became neon green, his long brown hair shifted into a mohawk with shaven sides that were black and the tips neon green, and finally his armor changed from the leather into bulking steel armor that was dyed black.
"From this day forth your name no longer exists but you shall now be known as Evil" The Woman spoke and Evil nodded.
"For your first task, you must kill the betrayer and destroy anyone who used to know you by your birth name." The Woman spoke and Evil nodded.
"It shall be done" Evil said with his now deepened voice. With his new name, sword and power he started walking back the way he had can until he had returned to Dasmoctra's home and as Evil looked from the yard into the window at Dasmoctra, he knew that his uncle was aware it was him and with that the woman spoke in Evil's head once more.
"Now stab the sword into the ground and bask in your new powers" And Evil did as she instructed stabbing the sword into the ground, suddenly the  green flame cut around the village, when the ground shook the village was submerged by the earth and this action had brought a grin upon Evil's face as the woman spoke to him once more.
"Very well done Evil, I hope you enjoyed burying those villagers because believe me my dear, there is much more for you to do before we're done."