Xenoblade Chronicles

Chapter 1- The Battle of Sword Valley

Long ago, the world was nothing more than an endless sea, cloaked in a boundless sky, reaching as far as could possibly be imagined. Then, two great titans came into existence: the Bionis, and the Mechonis.

The two enormous Titans were locked in a battle, each about the size of a continent. The world where this battle waged was incredibly vast, but held nothing in it but water, aside from the very small life forms watching the battle escalate. the Bionis wielded a blade made of a pure blue light, while the Mechonis held a heavy metal sword with grooves along its blade. Both Titans were large enough that if you stood next to one, you would be unable to see its head. While the reasons for their violent clash weren't known by the small, insignificant beings watching them, it was not important. What was important was whether or not there would be a world left to inhabit when they were finished.

And from the looks of things, that would be soon. As the two battled, the Bionis sliced it's opponent's left arm clean off, sending it tumbling down into the sea below. Ignoring the injury, the Mechonis swung its gigantic blade one-handed into the Bionis' side, driving the blade halfway through the titan's torso as ether, the titans' parallel to blood, leaked from its fatal wound. Using the last of its energy, the Bionis sent its blue sword crashing down into the Mechonis' face. Both struck dead, the titans remained motionless, still standing as the life left their eyes.

Since then, eons have passed.

Now, the homs, beings that inhabit the lower regions of the Bionis, fight desperately against a force that relentlessly attacks from Mechonis, known as the mechon. As the battle waged on in sword valley, laid out across the flat of the Mechonis' enormous, ancient sword, homs were being slaughtered by the metal monsters.

A group of five soldiers rammed their drivers into a single mechon infantry unit, struggling to drag it down. The homs pretty much depended on their artillery to fight their adversaries, since any weapons that weren't ether-based were virtually useless against mechon armor. However, the soldiers still fought valiantly with swords, drivers, and rifles, the most common and practical weapons against mechon, but were slowly being pushed back by the powerful machines. Seeing a wave of more infantry units marching over a hill, the commander gave the order to retreat, knowing that they couldn't fight their way through this.

However, as the soldiers fled, a single figure ran in the opposite direction, shoving his way through the bustling crowd as he charged towards the mechon. He had long, black hair and a standard corporal uniform, eyes glowing as he shouted a battle cry to challenge his mechanical foes. The most notable thing about him was the weapon in his right hand, a bulky red sword with a hole through the middle near the hilt, intricate blue lines pulsing along the weapon as a blue blade of pure ether sprung out of it. This weapon was the monado, and unfortunately for this pack of mechon, it was the bane of their kind.

Leaping from mechon to mechon, the man swung his weapon in wide arcs, slicing apart each metal monster with a single slice as he shouted. Soon, all that remained of the twenty or so metal units was a smoking scrap pile, the man standing over them victorious. As he planted his sword in the remains of one of the mechon, he said to himself "they're advancing down our weak right flank." Taking notice of the mechons' positioning, he said to himself "for a bunch of soulless machines, they seem to know a thing or two," and grinned, "but we'll see."

"Dunban!," shouted an older man, named Dickson, as he and another homs ran towards the man with the red sword. As the three wordlessly crouched behind a wall of metal, the battlefield around them ringing with gunshots and explosions, the older, blonde man breathed heavily and said to his friend "they've given the command to retreat. We're going to set up a last stand at Colony 6." Dunban, the man with the monado, replied "that sounds like a good plan. If we stay here, we're done for." The third man, a rather ugly one with a greasy mess of black hair named Mumkhar, said in his raspy voice "agreed! We've gotta get outta here!" Suddenly, Dunban turned to face him, saying "or, we could stay and fight," a look of excitement and possibly madness crossing his features. Recoiling, Mumkhar replied "what?!," as Dunban held his sword up. "We have the monado. With this, the future is ours for the taking!," he said, preparing to vault over the metal wall they were behind.