We set in on our main character walking through a small village. "This is the day!" He told the villagers who he had come to befriend over the years. They looked him in the eye with disbelief. Finally someone decided not to just stand by; a swordsmen he had become a legend during a recent war, he had killing one hundred men, only losing an arm.
"You know this isn't some fairytale right ego? You can die if you do this" as the swordsmen spoke ego's face remained determined it was clear to the villagers that nothing would change his mind "I know very well that I could die, but with my blade I can accomplish anything even if it meant defeating you" ego spoke calmly he placed a hand on the swordsmen's shoulder and walks passed him. As ego looked ahead he started to examine his blade. it was mostly red with a spike near the top, a spike in the middle, and a spike near the bottom; the hilt was brown with what looked like gold on the bottom and top and running through the blade was a strip of gold. Now as he set off he knew one thing with complete certainty. "By the end of this, the the red of this blade will be brighter with fresh blood."
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the blade of souls
Action(this might not be very good as it is my first story but here goes) in this world there are three types of people those who know how to use weapons those who don't, and those who fight. this is a story about the third kind as the story begins you wi...
