The Assassin's Sword

Chapter 1

It was a final fight between two people really caught everyone's interest. One of them being a young blacksmith wielding a sword, his enemy wielding one himself. The blacksmith was fighting to receive the money for his village. While his opponent was in it for the fun of it. The opponent was a rather tall young men with slim, athletic body, and a rather long blade on his back His facial features were covered by a black cloak. But all could be seen was his smile of warmth towards the blacksmith while drawing his blade.

"You're ready kiddo?" the announcer asked the blacksmith, whom grasped his weapon tighter. "He better put up some fight!" he yelled back and his opponent chuckled while twirling the long blade in his hand easily.

"Let's see what you're made of!" The boy said before attacking the blacksmith with surprising speed while wielding a blade long. The blacksmith was blocking his attacks for some time then quickly changed to offensive hoping to render the surprisingly powerful enemy of his guard.

The blacksmith used the time as the hoodie boy was taking to lift his sword, with the sharp side and went for the overhead hit. The figure amaze everyone by making a quick slash upward making the blacksmith's blade fly up in air while the figure stood in front of him with a devilish grin. Just as the blacksmith tried to jump back he swung at him. When the blacksmith thought he was safe, he felt something hot running down his left arm. He touched the hot liquid and lifted his fingers in front of his face to see crimson blood. The cut wasn't deep but it will surely be annoying in battle.

The boy was now swinging his sword at the young blacksmith barely trying. He was getting tired of dodging the attacks and realized soon or a later he will lose. The blacksmith ran to his sword but was stun to see the hooded figure falling down gracefully in front of him, his sword pointed at the blacksmith's chest. His hood was now down and for the first time, everyone can see his face. He had medium long, dark brown hair, and matching dark almost black eyes. His face shown many years of hard work, but he stilled looked young.

"Give up yet?" The figure's voice was filled please, yet sympathy at the same time.

"Never!" The blacksmith spit on the boy's boot. The cloaked boy looked down and sighed.

"And here I was thinking that you go down easy. Sorry about this. Requiesce in pace" The blacksmith's eyes widen as the boy swung down his sword and sliced of the blacksmith's head with a clean slice, blood shot up into the air, making it seem as though it was raining blood.

The crowd erupted with cheers and shouts, even a couple of flowers were thrown into the stadium. Once the crowd settled down the same announcer from before came down to congratulate the winner. But before the announcer got down to the stadium, the boy was gone. The gold was already taken, but no one saw where he went the only thing that was left was the boy's cloak. It was like he had vanished into thin air.

The young warrior's name was Seth.

'Ah home sweet home'. Seth thought to himself as he stared at his small woodland home in the capital of Uru. The capital's name was Atnia after the God of health.

When I walked into my house I wasn't prepared to be tackle into a hug by Lilly, who was surprising strong for a young girl. "Ow, looks like you're getting to big to be tackling me, Lilly."

"No I just think that you're getting to weak!"

"Oh you wish!" I said as I picked he up as swung her around, she giggled and screamed.

"Put me down! Put me down!" she screamed and playfully hit my back! I finally put her down. And she ran off. I walked into the kitchen and opened up one of the cabinets I searched around for a little until I couldn't find what I was looking for. "Lilly, where are all of my SugarBuns?" I asked as I looked over the counter. She looked at me from behind the couch.