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The sun shines again ever so brightly, birthing a pale blue sky

Its beams pierce through the thick forests, killing the darkness within

Old fortresses of fallen kingdoms rest in stagnancy

The glamorous essence of nature remained, while the remnants of mankind fell to impermanence

In the midst of it all, The Mythic Blade hides away, shrouded by a forest

An ocean of trees encircled a small clearing of lively green grass

One grand tree stood taller than the rest at the heart of the clearing

Buried within the bark was the blade, waiting for it's new keeper...

A hermit wanders into the clearing,

Survivor of the ashes of war, unbelonged to the few kingdoms that were still left

While he took his steps, the grass caressed

his long black robe

He had felt an essence of mystery surrounding the tree

Reaching out with his hand covered with

a rusted iron gauntlet

To the cavity on the tree that slightly shimmered light

It called out, with a voice that was like the wind's howl

There his hand thrusts into the tree, and gripped the blade's handle

He draws back his arm, the sharpness blinds his eyes

Tiny tree roots wrapped around the blade from the pommel to the ricasso

The magick forced him into a trance, the memories of the warrior sped into his mind

From the quest of tranquility, to his honorous death

The hermit returned from the vision, remembering now what was once lost history

The grand tree in front, shatters into a million glowing pieces, like sparks from a flame

A revelation of an obscure darkness came upon him....

Festering evil persisted amongst the isolated lands with towering mountains

Alone, now marching on to unmarked lands, with the blade sheathed in a crude scabbard

Passing through the famished kingdoms with frail knights,

Passing through abandoned strongholds and forts with destroyed walls,

Passing through the plains riddled with dull, rusting blades stabbed throughout the grounds,

Passing through forests with rotting corpses impaled to the trees serving as omens for death

Following the spark of power that ignited within,

The power that leads to paths that many are blind to

Walking for what feels like an endless time,

sweat glimmering on skin

The new rebirth of the blade, a new quest begins with power that is true...