Bang went the hammers on the tempered Chaoticite. The glowing red blade was put into the forge once more to be reheated. The Mobian who put it there let it sit as he used the rabbit skin from his recent kill to form a grip on the carved handle for the blade. He was an old, orange, twin tailed, kitsune, fox who was tasked for one final project. A sword that could only be held by the son of a family who lived in the region of the Anarchy Kingdom. The old blacksmith stood and pulled the blade from the forge. Hours and hours of pounding the hammer to shape the fine blade then cooling it a while and finally to put it into place on the handle. As the aging blacksmith sheathed the blade he placed it upon a table and wrapped the blade in a special tapestry. A knock sounded at the smithy door. "Anon, younger than I traveler, for the door is unlocked." The door creaked open behind the elder smith. There was a metal tink on the floor as the person the blacksmith called a traveler walked in. "Traveling I am, elder. A norm of a regular traveler I am not." The blacksmith turned and immediately bowed on one knee. "My sincerest apologies, Lord Sanctum." He stood and turned to the blade. "Is thou ready to relinquish the unfair saber?" The blacksmith nodded and picked up the wrapped sword turning to the king of the Anarchy Kingdom. "Thy are aware that this sword proclaims time itself and only thy proper hand can swing from it's handle?" The blacksmith asked the king to which he nods. The king takes the magical tapestry wrapped sword and he puts it to his horses side. "Elder blacksmith, thank you for your patronage but what you have done is give me the power to win all war, and war there will be. I wish to take the other two kingdoms of Sol and Chaos. Anarchy's icy lands will freeze over this stale world and make me a greater power than King Sonic and Queen Blaze combined. Goodbye Tails the blacksmith." King Sanctum said and threw a dagger into the kitsune foxes throat, killing him. The king mounted his horse and off he went, back to the icy fields of the Anarchy Kingdom and though the gates to his castle. He arrived at the stables leaving his horse with the caretakers. He took the sword to his private weapons chamber where it is to lie until the day it is needed and the proper warrior is named. In three years time.
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The Blade That Carved Time
FantasyThe origin of Koruton's time and fire powers 500 years before Koruton was ever born. This journey will span over is furthest ancestors life story. This is the story of the Knight of Time, Francis Fox.
