The Sword of Darkness

A beginning love and the warrior's pride

Oreana lugged her legs and with each step she let out an agonizing breath. Her body was heavier than what she was used to and it all weighed down on her legs. They were stone. She lifted her eyes and could only see Chishiro a few feet away. She envied the fact of him walking easily. Struggling to walk made her think of being a baby again, taking her first steps.

But despite this challenge, she was thankful because breathing had become easier than what it was at first. She didn’t pass out after ten minutes of enduring the gravity. She didn’t have to worry about chishiro taking advantage while in her unconscious state. Oreana wasn’t oblivious to the way he looked at her with longing eyes. That wasn’t what she wanted from him but she could never get enough of his emerald eyes. They were the only thing that felt human, that she could understand.

Laughter and armour clanging ringed clearly in the distance. Hearing was the only reliable sense she had.

“Lord Chishiro!” A burly voice called out. Oreana strained her eyes to see further but only Chishiro was visible. She grinded her teeth, feeling the pressure rise up her skull. But for a second, walking had become a breeze. Then it ended as her last bit of strength puffed away. She keeled over with a thud.

A gate guardian stood rigid in front of the walls of Ethereal. He had a sword at chest height in front of him. He gasped as Oreana Collapsed, “My Lord! Is she alright?”

Chishiro chuckled, “Oh yeah, she must of fainted by the size of your sword. It is pretty big you know.”  He smirked while he picked Oreana and placed her on his shoulder.

The guardian smiled underneath his helmet. He was glad he wore his helmet today. It was always a good thing to be able to hide your emotions in front of the lord. It made you harder to read and less likely to be turned. “Thank you my lord. It’s a sword crafted by The Forgotten.”

“I can tell by the green threads running down the blade. A very well crafted blade for a guardian such as yourself. “

“Yes my lord.” The guardian said, bowing his head.

The metal gate cranked up and Chishiro entered the bowls of Ethereal City. He chose to walk amidst the poor to obtain a reaction of praise from them. Carrying an unconscious girl always brought attention, something he needed. As he walked he kept a smile, ignoring the stained shacks that could be considered houses. He tried to breath as little as possible to sneak past the stench of vomit and faecal.

Then the people began sprouting like weeds; popping from dark crevices near trash, peeking behind windows and some just lining along the street to watch as Chishiro moseyed past them. He was a god in their eyes. And to be graced by his presence was worth dying for.

“Lord Chishiro.” People began to say one after another. Each speck of admiration and love they felt and showed towards him made his hearts swell and pump with more blood. He expected to have rose petals pitched before him, but these people were dirt poor. Their faces were caked with grime and their own sweat. They were scum and easy to influence. His power and emotion he couldn’t keep tamed. It was a lion ready to escape the chains of its captor. His iris’s began to vibrate. Red vines began to emerge in the sclera of his eyes. Blood wove into his eyes turning in a solid crimson. A black intricate pattern began to emerge. A circle with triangle around the edge formed with a dark purple triangle in the center.