Rebuild Of 1000 Swords

[CaptainUrio]

As John opened the door he felt sunlight hitting his face. The large stone dome that was once the highest point in the village had collapsed and now sunlight was coming through.
He stepped on top of the red carpet that was now almost black of ash. John continued through the throne room past the statues of great heroes. After looking at the statues and paintings for a few seconds he moved on. He walked up to the throne, but went past it and instead opened a door to the right of the throne. The door opened with a creaking sound which didn’t seem to bother John at all. John went up the stairs and took a right into a hall. He almost opened the king’s door when he heard a noise coming from the sword room. John continued down the hall and was met by a louder groan. He opened the door and found the king lying under a pile of rubble.

“John!” The king said.

“My lord, are you alright?” John asked.

He moved a chunk of rubble and saw that the king was heavily wounded. “Sir…”

“There is no time John, take Sleza, our nation’s relic and leave before they get you too.” The king said while groaning once more.

John nodded, he got back on his feet and broke the glass of the display case. John carefully lifted Sleza out of the case.

“You have it, now leave John!” The king yelled.

“Your death won’t be for nothing sir,” John said.

“Thank you son, now leave before they kill you and take the sword,” The king said.

“But how my King?” John asked.

The king took out a walkie-talkie from under his robe an extended the antenna.

“Chuck? Chuck? Are you there Chuck?” The king asked.

The walkie-talkie cracked and a voice came through: ”Yes my lord I’m here.”

“Chuck land your plane and take John with you to France you’ll be save there,” The king said.

“What about you Sir?” the voice answered back.

“I’m afraid I’m too wounded to come with you” The king answered.

The king gave the walkie-talkie to John and he went back through the door…

[Scriptor Scorpio]

The blade had appeared to him in his dream. Detective Sumner’s dream. It had appeared freakishly long, spanning the horizon and cutting it in two, separating heaven and earth and beckoning Sumner to use its power. What was its power?

Half asleep he jumped out of bed throwing away the sword in his dream through the window out of his life. He opened his eyes. It was still dark and he looked around aimlessly for the sword. Then he remembered he’d put it away in a separate compartment in his closet. He hadn’t opened it to look at the thing since he hid it. He wasn’t about to.

Whatever its power was, he knew he could use it the right way. Yet, it had corrupted everything and everyone it touched. What made him think he was different, that he would be able to resist it?

Maybe he could ask around at the occult department of the police force, he knew people there who could tell him some more about what magic could and could not do, if there were any limits at all to the legendary swords’ power. He’d have to call ‘her’ that he was going to be late again. She’d understand. He would say he wanted to visit his partner who was still in a coma. He was going to do that of course, but he was gonna head by the occult department as well. Magic. Pain. Suffering. In comparison technology shone a light on the world.

[TenshiAeterna]

FLASH FORWARD!!!


The helpless look on his face was a window in the cold realm of the afterlife.
As the small curved blade made it's way through the boy's ribcage, the accursed sword fell form his weakened hands.
With a soft thud the blood covered weapon hit the sand.
The man fell backward, hitting his head on the floor.
He coughed up blood, gurgling sounds that Izuno couldn't possibly understand.
She crouched next to the desecrated body:"I'm sorry... Ian."

She stood up and walked over to Tomo, sitting and clutching his leg near the gate.
"Are you ok? Can you move?"
"It's just a fleshwound, Iz. I'll be allright, just take care of the sword!"
She could see blood running from under his hands, held over the cut on his right leg.
"That bastard Ian, he should have known better..."

Still coughing up blood, she suddenly noticed the almost unnatural moving Ian take hold of his sword again.
"That's ridiculous, no person could have survived that!" She screamed.
His breathing was heavy, almost mechanical in nature.
He did not have it in himself however to lift himself up from the dusty floor.
Izuno towered over the body and gazed at was once a proud, independant man.
For this to be the power of that sword...
"Don't take it away from me!" He cried out, clutching the sword to his chest.
It was more of a plead for mercy than anything else.
It was like a drug, nestling it's tendrils in his mind.

The pulsating stream of blood coming from his chest started mixing with the cold, powdery dust on the floor.
She grabbed the sword and pulled it away from his frantically grabbing hands.
Izuno cast the sword aside, out of Ian's reach.
She ignored his ramblings, they where of little importance.

She took a step back and looked up.
There it was. The massive, ... unnatural sphere.
Merely looking at it almost made her nauxious.
It was a sphere, but at the same time wasn't.
An alien geometry dictated this place and she was but a one-dimensional dot, in an infinity of space.


END FLASH FORWARD!!!

[Fitzwim]

FLASH FORWARD!!!!

It was finally over.
Tomo slowly limped towards Ian's body, cursing the wound on his leg.
"Dammit Ian, curse you and your sense of responsibility", Tomo muttered, checking Ian's state. As bad as it was, he was astonished.
He was still alive, barely.

Tomo could not bear the sight of Ian choking in his blood, and decided that he should at least make sure that Ian would survive this ordeal. Besides, even if time could not heal his corruption, his body would still be stabilized sufficiently to fully document the effects of the sword.
After making sure his life signs were stable, Tomo could focus his attention on the sphere.

Suddenly, he felt the heavyness of the sphere on him, its raw presence dominating his mind. All that they had done, all they had achieved, seemed so insignificant to the infinity of the sphere.

One thing was certain, the power that the sphere held was not one that could be controlled.

Flash Forward concluded, Back to the present.

Tomo had managed to buy some time once again. he was almost through the ruins, only one floor away from his goal. Except that he now was stuck somewhere between the sixth and seventh floor. He had stumbled across a hidden passage.

This part was even more ancient thatn the other parts of the ruins. A faint, nnatural light filled the hall with no apparent source, resulting in a striking view of the walls, who were ornamented with elaborate murals and characters. Concluding that it would probably take a while for Izuno to reach this part, Tomo went to study the murals, taking pictures with a camera for later studies.

The Murals seemed to show some kind of story regarding some kind of... sphere, surrounded by swords.
Following after that, another part showed one sword surrounded by a black aura, whose tendrils seemed to reach out to something similar to a human.
The final Mural showed 2 figures standing in the light, and then.... nothing.

That was it. Age seemed to have corroded the final part.

[ShredderMachine]

I immediately went back to the destroyed building, I once again snuck past the police officers and started looking at the spot where I woke up under the rubble. I tossed the surrounding rocks to the side but Trigact was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly I heard someone coming closer. I turned around, grabbing a stone in the proces to defend myself. The girl stood in a half doorway, lifting her arm to point to a building across the street where men were walking from one side to another, seemingly cleaning up after something.
I understood quite quickly what she was trying to say, how, I don't know. I quickly found my way to the roof of the other building and found cover behind a cooling unit. The girl sat next to me.

"Hands up, you!"

I had been discovered, I slowly stood up, lifting my hands in the air.

"She too!"

I lifted the girl, but when I wanted to raise my hands again, she didn't let go. She closed her hands around my own. She lit up, blinding everyone around her. When the light lessened the girl had vanished, and she had left a small long sword in my hands. The henchmen on the roof, startled by the light, opened fire on me. The sword felt incoming danger and lengthened itself to make a dome around me, made of steel. Bullets collided with the steel, sending a small vibration, almost like a scream, through the handle.
The dome grew bigger, sweeping the men off the roof. The sword transformed into the girl, but this time, her arms were covered in bruises. She looked into my eyes and for the first time, I saw her smile.

Then she lost consciousness...

[CaptainUrio]

John stepped into the hallway and went down the stairs. He opened the door to the throne room and looked at the throne one more time before continuing his way out of the castle.
He first wanted to jump down into the moat but remembered that there was no ladder of some sort for John to climb up the other side. John looked around looking for a way across and then noticed a ladder standing in the tower next to the entrance. He lifted the heavy ladder from its place and slowly let it drop into the moat. He descended down the ladder, and then reput it at the other side of the moat. John looked over the edge before actually climbing over it, he was met by a strong blinding heat wave. John covered his face to ward off the heat. He uncovered his eyes and finally saw where the light was coming from. The whole town was on fire! John had a wry look on his face. John assessed his options. Going through the fire was suicide. He racked his brain for another solution. Then he got it. He was going to use one of the access hatches to the top of the wall and travel along it to the airport. John took his walkie-talkie out from under his coat and tried to make contact with Chuck.

“Chuck? Chuck are you there?” The radio made a creaking noise before a voice came through.

“Yes John I do. Where are you now?” Chuck said through the radio.

“I’m making my way to the airstrip,” John said. He tucked the radio back under his coat and started walking again...

[Scriptor Scorpio]

The blade seemed quite dark compared to the almost silver sparkle the girl's sword had and it was quite bigger in size, even adding some length to that of the gracious form of the line-tipped legendary sword that had just saved Raghitey's owner. His simple, but sturdy handle contrasted with the girl's gracious heft and Raghitey was arched on one end and a straight edge on the other. The two seemed to be complete opposites.

"So you really have a legendary sword. Jent must have had a good eye for these things after all," the girl mused. "I like it. Mine's called Nekathir. What's yours?"

"It, it was called Raghitey, I heard. Thanks for saving me with that eh, Jent character. You know him?" Ian said.

"I live here, in this oh so quaint little town. Don't know if Jent's gonna go tell on me though. They don't like sword wielders around these parts," the girl said.

In his mind, Ian referred to her as she. 'She', anyway, was pretty talkative as long as he answered her questions. He had to go along, he was too intrigued by meeting another teen wielding a sword, with certain ease no less.

"Yeah, I noticed. And you are?" Ian blurted out, hoping his sudden change of subject wouldn't startle 'her'.

"Oh yes, I'm Lehra Gallin, local town girl. You?" Lehra said.

Finally, he had a name to put with the rounded face that had been locking eyes with him as she bombarded him with questions and looks.

"Ian Mantris, travelling town guy," Ian said. "How did you get to wie... Never mind, I, I should get going."

"Really now?" Lehra said with a frown as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Ian turned around slightly surprised as he put his guard up again as he reached for Raghitey. He was almost shakingly afraid of the answer, yet even then he asked: "Really now, what?"

"Well it's just that there's a good chance I'm gonna get exiled from my home town for possessing and using a legendary sword against one of the villagers and I'd like to know what you have to say about that," Lehra said.

"I... thank you for helping me, but I can't change their minds, I wish I could. Roaming the country isn't as fun as people make it out to be," Ian said as he lowered his stance. He was so tired of running all the time. He believed he couldn't take much more if he didn't get some proper sleep tonight in a real bed.

"I'll be the judge of that, Ian," Lehra said.

"Ehe, so I see. What do you suggest we do?" Ian said.

"We put away our swords, then we talk some more," Lehra said as she walked back to where she'd probably came for when she wandered along towards Ian for his rescue.

The young, slender-looking girl picked up a dark overcoat from the ground and put it back on as she stuffed away the sword under it. Judging by her mannerisms, height and build Ian figured she was at most a year younger than him, but had matured a great deal judging from how she stumped him by merely speaking to him. Then again, he wasn't the most-versed person you could come across.

As the town girl called Lehra turned around, she said: "You up for some ice-cream?"

[ShredderMachine]

The tracks were easy to follow, almost as if they wanted to be followed. The girl was sitting silently on the back of the bike, rubbing her bruises while holding on to me. I couldn't stop wondering where she came from. Suddenly I felt her moving and I immediately looked behind me, she looked around, scared of something. I decided not to stop, if she was scared of someone, that someone could easily trap us if we were not moving. In the distance I could see a building, camouflaged for the untrained eye and from the way she was pulling I started thinking it was not someone she was scared of but something, the building. I stopped next to the building, the tracks stopped against the wall. Whoever had my sword, was in here...
I opened the doors of the facility with a crowbar, they opened rather easy, which reinforced the thought of this being a trap. I could feel Trigact's presence. The pull led me to a small lab, through the small windows in the door I could see Trigact being secured on a table. Three labcoats were examining it with series of special equipment. The straps came loose easily when I called Trigact to me, shattering everything in its path. Finally reunited I felt relieved, but it seemed everything went as planned for the miss with the evil grin. In the blink of an eye I was surrounded by men in black clothing, their face covered, with a bar of light for eyes...

[CaptainUrio]

He looked around the city to find a way to the wall without having to go through any of the fires burning the city down. The houses on the south side of the castle opposite of the city gates weren’t engulfed in flames yet so he started making his way there. John was cautiously strolling down a cobblestone paved road as he suddenly saw the flashlights of two or three attackers. He quickly sought cover behind a stash of beer barrels, and peeked over them so he could have a good look at them.

“Shouldn’t we be getting out of here very soon?” one of the attackers asked his fellow soldiers.

“No, Flame squad shouldn’t pass this checkpoint until twenty minutes from now, ” one of the other guards answered.

“Maybe I should radio them in just to check were they are?” the third guard asked.

“You do that, we’ll check corners.” The first guard said. John took out his walkie-talkie, he might be able to listen in on the communication between the enemy troops.

“HQ? You copy? This is squad 614 from the Fox platoon you copy us?” The enemy said.

“Anything yet?” the second guard asked.

“Forget it Matt too much activity they can’t hear us,” the enemy said.

[TenshiAeterna]

Faint footsteps behind him caught him by suprise, how could this be?!
The unnatural light reflected in Izuno's eyes, her glare was absolutely terrifying.
Even though her glare was menacing, her body language betrayed a sense of composed posture and elegance.
She was even closer to him than he had expected, she was close enough to slash him open with one smooth swing of that sword of hers.

"You are quite the handful" she spoke softly.
"Since you came this far, I must ask you this; why? What is your business here?"
She did not move an inch, it was as if she was frozen in time and space.
Just the movement of her lips betrayed the fact that she was human after all.

"H-How did you catch up?" Tomo stuttered.

"That is not relevant; what is relevant is why you came here. What is it you wish to discover?"
Suddenly, she strode forward and past Tomo.

"There is no reason to answer right now. It doesn't really matter anyway."
Tomo blinked, suprised by the latter statement.

"In the face of the flow of time, it matters little wether you tell me now or later. What matters is that you are here."
She took a hold of the still sheeted Bievrost and held it up as if it where a token.
Some things are not meant to be uncovered and that is exactly why my people watch over these lands.
However... sometimes destiny takes a turn for the unexpected.

This side of Izuno was new to Tomo.
This was not just a highly practised warrior; this time round, she looked more like a sage, offering him a role in an inevitable twist of cosmic math.

Note to the readers: Sorry for the late update, but sadly I was too busy with my personal life to write. As a compensation, here is a pencil drawing of Izuno I made!