Chapter 2: Bandits
Screaming, the screaming came wave after wave...
Shouts rang out I to the air, then the clashes of swords, and the world stilled as the song of other blades were pulled from their sheaths...
Crying, and heat from fires on the houses that were felt so close. Almost realistic.
Kron sat up in shock as he realized he was sleeping,for a second Kron thought it was all a dream before he heard the screams from his nightmare, he rushed out of bed and sprinted to his door and slammed it open as he ran out of his room, he saw from a window in the hall the village as it was burning with fire.
When he got to the village people littered the floor, some of them he knew some were strangers who appeared to be wearing masks. He soon realized what had happened. BANDITS, they were trying to raid the village, but for what.
Kron started to sprint twoards the village as fast as his legs could carry him. 'no this can't be happening.' fear wracked at his heart fearing for the ones who he knew and those that had treated him in kind. He saw Josh the blacksmith leading a group of men, as like a improvised militia as he led the villages in tight formations to protect the women, children, and elderly behind.
As Kron ran into the village he took a detour to the smith's shop in look for a decent blade knowing he was useless without one. The detour took him around the outskirts of the village as he approached the shop. The door was still open when Kron arrived.
Kron ran straight into the back of the shop's warehouse and started to look for the sturdiest sword with the sharpest blade, in his desperation he unwittingly found himself touring the back of the warehouse, dust started to cover almost everything and a musty smell came from the old crates and boxes that were piled upon one another some looked to be older than he was but as sturdy as a mountain, wondeing if there would still be any decent blades so far in the back in such a forgotten place of the warehouse Kron contemplated going back.
Suddenly Kron's heartbeat started to speed up. There was indeed a magnificent blade in this warehouse, a magestic dark blade that fitted the requirements for the blade that Kron was looking for and more, looking at it was almost like looking into an dark void and you could almost fall into it.
Down the blade from the guard there were many streaks of blood red that wove together and became an intricate maze that looked almost as if blood ran down the length of the blade.
Kron started to reach for the blade. Only an inch away when suddenly everything seemed to hold still. Everyone was gone, the world seemed to be drained color only until black and white was left. Edges started to fade coming in and out, fuzzing at the slightest breeze as if there were one.
Lines multiplied then dissapeared only to come from nowhere and become a line again. The world froze in time as Kron's hand started to reach for the hilt. Kron's hand inched closer and closer until it was only a hairs breath away from Kron's hand. Then the sword moved, only slightly but more of a beat, the sword started to beat. Faster and faster. Kron became hypnotized by the rhythm, the beat.
Kron's hand just barely brushed the hilt as the world resumed its natural course in time, everything started to move again, lines became as defined as before and the edges were on point. Every single being in the universe seemed to feel a wave of foreboding as the world continued.
"Child, son of man but lost from family, do you accept my will and become one with me, become one with my family, have my power be circulated through your body and have you blood be my medium in which my power is carried, let your body become the vassal of my strength and might." The sword seemed to vibrate as words poured into Kron's mind.
"I am the greatest of my brethren, the four 'blades of blood' forged by four masters and their greatest creation. Although my powers dormant for long and my bretheren have already started venturing the world, but let that not matter or be of any concern for you will still rise to the top and beside you me. GRAB ME BY MY HILT AND BE BESTOWED MY POWER!" The sword's words rang inside of Kron's head like a bell and a gong together.
Kron thought furiously that he would need a sword to save the village as he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. Kron could feel the roughness of the hilt as he grasped it and its weight in his hand as he tried to pick it up.
A pulse of power ran through Kron as he grasped the hilt of the blade. The power undiluted as it started to flow within Kron's veins, the power ran a course through Kron, from one hand to another and clustering up in his chest, next it flowed down Kron's back and made it's way to Kron's heel and toes right after. The power seemed to flow the every part of Kron's body in a similar fashion and Kron started to feel the flow of power rise to his head. The power almost felt overwhelming as it ran up Kron's back. It contained a might that could not be described yet flowed almost gently as it finally reached the most deepest parts of Kron's mind and started to circulate. Suddenly Kron felt lightheaded and blackness swarmed at the edges of Kron's vision. A sense of vertigo hit Kron. Unable to release the hilt of the blade, Kron fell down with it into the ground...
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I also realize this chapter is a lot about the "sword" and I think I could revise it to be less about the sword, do tell me if you would like me to revise the cahpter or keep going with this chapter!!?
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