Prologue

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The King of Vagen and I were always close, yet we weren't related or exactly friends. I was part of a guild that was separate from his control. My name is Alexander and I am in the Mystic Guild, the last of the five Great Guilds. It is said that those of the Mystic are to be granted a second chance in battle if they fall, yet not once has it happened. The other guilds had their own blessings. The King was not very fond of this guild, and it’s not because he had no control. One of our rogue members, Rave, murdered his wife. Ever since then, he has had little trust of us. That’s where I came in, he had me report any activity that could be used against him. This never happened and very few left the guild.

So eventually, we would just started talking about how times are changing and how I'm the only one he can trust. I remember the day he showed me the Six Blades, most thought they were only legend as did I. It was said that six warriors were chosen by the Goddess herself and once defeated and sealed a dark sorcerer away from corrupting our land. That was in the early years of Vagen, ages had passed since then. It was in a small chamber in the back of the Keep.

The blades were to take shape of the wielders favorite weapon, but would only work for the ones chosen by the Goddess, and until they were in their owners hands, they would take shape as daggers or knives. This  is a story that should not have became legend, and  legend that should not have been forgotten by many, for the strongest of seals can be broken.

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