Crossed Blade .:Book One:.

Crossed Blade .:Book One:. CH.1

'Gosdrael, a sword unlike any other, thin as silk, but as sharp as a Fardoe's* teeth. One sword to rule them all and one sword to bring them down. A pure soul can handle it with ease, but a greedy soul can't even hold it steady. This is the Legendary sword Gosdrael!' - Child's literature of Satielle* 

Satielle, the capital of Eselier, was full of merchants and artisians. Out in the country near Taskra things were on the calm side, if you excluded the tavern in the middle of the quiet town. In the tavern it was a man's dream. It had drinks of all sorts, drunk women, and the occasional test of strength. Most adults without children would come and drink to their hearts content.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: A Legend Here!? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

A stranger wandered about on the dirt road slowly making their way into the tavern on the hill. Once inside, they headed straight for the bar. "One Bastrale* please," they ordered in a deep cracked voice. The bartender nodded his head and went about fixing the ordered drink. "Here you are one...oh dear god not this again," He complained looking towards the door at five or six considerably tougher looking men.  

"Hey there Damion you want to give us a couple more rounds," one of them said in drunken slurs. The group made their way to the bar, a few of them wearing sickening smiles. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's three rounds a day and that's it. I refuse to give you any more alcohol today," The bartender fumed. The toughest looking man out of the group lifted Damion up by the collar of his shirt. "Well then, I guess we'll have to make you give us some," He smiled devilishly showing yellow teeth. The stranger quickly pulled a knife from under their cloak holding it close to the stronger man's neck. The man began to shake furiously at how close the knife was from severing his head.  

"I'd advise you to put him down, or Gerlare* just might have a new soul to be welcomed," the stranger coughed out showing that they actually didn't speak that low. Another drunken man from the group stepped up to take a swing at them, but their hand was quickly caught and twisted in an uncomfortable position. "Anyone else," they questioned. The man who been holding Damion let go of his collar letting him fall to the ground below him.  

The group backed up ever so slowly from the stranger who had yet to have shone their face. "Listen we don't want any trouble we just-," The stranger thrust themselves closer to the group and whispered, "Run." With that all the drunkards fled from the tavern tumbling over each other and back to their homes. "Thank you so much for saving me," Damion said gleeful that his life had been spared. His rescuer just shrugged and began to walk outside. "Wait, if there's anything I can do for you please tell me," Damion pleaded. "There's nothing you can help me with," they replied coolly walking through the doorway of the tavern. Damion grabbed onto their cloak, determined to become even with their rescuer. This caused the cloak to be ripped from the mysterious traveler revealing a young woman with short blonde hair, wearing basic Dairel armor, and brown boots.  

"You're Ivael Salmoin, the strongest woman in all of the western lands! You're a legend," Damion exclaimed wide-eyed. Ivael's eyes changed from surprised to cold as ice. "I'd recommend you not shout my name out. For those might be the last words you speak," She growled. Damion's expression turned from excited to scared, "I'm sorry to have yelled your name out so freely. Now please let me atone for you rescuing me back there." Ivael simply sighed, "I guess you could be of some help. I need you to travel with me to Asmak and get something for me. I'm known all too well around there so I will need you to retrieve it for me." He quickly agreed to the terms of this "adventure" not knowing what truly lies ahead.

[Book notes and other information] 

Fardoe- A mythical animal that supposedly was responsible for creating war.  

Satielle- The capital of the second largest country in Malchavair  

Bastrale- a non-alcoholic beverage  

Gerlare- the underworld

.:Information:.  

Damion is the co-owner of the tavern in Taskra. He is at the age of twenty-five and a half. Looks: http://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/Bob123_05/AnimeKnightImage-1.jpg  

Ivael is a legend within the western parts of Eselier. She is known for good deeds and some bad deeds. She is at the age of twenty-six. Looks: http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/779743-bigthumbnail.jpg  

~~~Author's Note~~~ 

Well I finally got chapter one out. Which was hard to write because, I had to make non-sense words and give their meanings and stuff like that. So sorry it was short, but chapter two should be up very soon! Also if anyone could make a cover for this that would be awesome! ^^