Within the land of freedom right underneath Starsnatch Cliff, there laid a cave with an entrance so small that it was hardly noticeable by anyone since its size was only suitable for a person. Surprisingly, although the entrance was small inside it was a tiny chamber illuminated by a dim violet light with a humanoid statue kneeling while both hands holding onto a sword which seem to be the light source of the purple aura. Suddenly, the statue started to crack a little and slowly it spreads throughout the rest of the body, but when it fell apart it revealed that it is not just an ordinary warrior statue. The statue was alive with a living human falling out of it, looks like he was trapped in the stone statue for an exceptionally long time. For a brief moment, the boy lies on the rough cave floor before weakly trying to stand, leaning against the stone wall beside him due to the burden of the armor he is wearing.
"Where...where am I?" the boy asked himself in a cracking voice while blinking his eye to adjust his blurry vision.
Inspecting his surrounding still tries to figure out how he got himself into this cave. While he scans the area, he notices the sword that was stabbed firmly to the ground, it was obsidian-like black while growing in a purple aura and it looks a lot like a cursed blade you see in fantasy movies. The boy knew something was off with the sword, but before he could react his right hand was already touching the grip of the sword. All of a sudden, a fragment of memory came forcefully into his mind, a memory that does not seem to be his.
In the memory, the sky was red and so was the moon and when he looked down, he realized that he was in the middle of a battlefield. The field under him was covered in corpses and blood, there was barely any grass to be seen so it can hardly be recognized as a field once filled with green and flowers. Before he could run away from this gruesome scene, the scene of the memory switched as if he was watching some sort of theater, but now he sees something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. A figure facing away from him with a bloody sword in his hand while standing among the dead bodies. The boy was now certain that the person in front of him was responsible for the massacre, soon the figure realized someone was watching him and slowly turn around face to face with the boy.
"YOU ARE NEXT!" the figure spoke in a deep, blood-chilling tone while raising his sword and pointing directly toward the helpless boy, its black demonic face was the last thing he saw before snapping back to reality. The boy backed away from the sword both shocked and scared in a cold sweat, with so many questions in his mind.
"Who is he and what does he mean by that?" he thought to himself in the corner of the cave still trying to digest what exactly happened.
His thoughts doesn't last long when he realized that the sword that was stabbed firmly to the ground was now floating in his very own eyes pointing its tip at him like it was possessed. The boy could guess what will happen next as he raises both of his hands trying to block it, but the sword was faster and shot itself toward him hitting directly on his chest plate. Astonishingly, instead of blood flowing from his body as it normally would, the sword scattered, not broken but scattered, and he felt the blade merge with his soul.
In shock, the boy sprang up on his feet touching his chest looking for any sign of wounds. But instead, he could feel the blade inside of him awaiting to be summoned. Uncertain of it, he raises his right hand forward hoping that he has the power to wield this sword and indeed the sword appears on his hand answering his desire. The boy stood in place amazed by the black blade, but it wasn't long until a bolt of pain shoot to his head and his body feels heavy as if he had run for a couple of hours. The exhaustion was so much that he fell onto his knee stabbing the sword back into the soil while he used his free hand to support his head, he felt horrible.
"It seems that this cursed sword was uncontrollably draining my stamina." The boy thought to himself that this was the drawback of using the sword and quickly sheathed the blade with his face now as pale as a sheet.
"It won't be useful until I find a way to wield it, or else it will be suicide to use it in combat."
Now with the glow of the sword absent, the boy was aware of the beam of light shining into the cave from the small entrance. He squeezed himself out of the hole, and the first thing he felt was the sunlight's warmth.
Finally, instead of relying on the beam of light to see in the tiny chamber, he was now able to see the endless ocean right in front of him. He rubbed his eyes as they are still trying to get used to the bright environment around him then slowly walked toward the seaside. As he kneels trying to wash his face covered in dirt, he notices a fishing rod and a bucket beside him which he does not see when his vision was still blurry.
"Was someone here before?" he ponders as cold seawater splashes across his face washing off the dirt on him.
After a refreshing wash, the boy finally gets to see his appearance for the first time through the reflection from the crystal-clear seawater. He has shoulder-length silver hair, and his skin tone was abnormally pale not because of the headache just now but his normal skin color, when pulling himself closer to the water he could see that his eyes were surprisingly dark red and can hardly be noticed from a distance. Finally standing up, he could see that his heavy armor was black with a teared-down cape behind him.
He wanted to wait for the person to return for their belongings since he has some questions to ask about the place, but he quickly denied the idea as he was more interested to explore the place by himself and if lucky, he could encounter him or her in the meantime. While walking along the seaside, he could see it leaded uphill into the forest nearby. Through the forest the boy is amazed by the colorful and peaceful habitat, he could see birds flying so freely in the blue sky and squirrels playing together having him relax from the tension before. In a distance, he caught sight of a statue in the middle of a pond, but before he can get there he needs to climb down a small cliff. Along the way, he found some apples, sunsettias, and wild berries and ate some to satisfy his hunger before reaching his destination. Luckily, the pond was relatively shallow. Even though he doesn't want to get himself wet, it is the only way to get close to the statue, he must swim to it.
The pond's cold water splashes on his face when he hops in the pond, and fish swimming underneath him quickly bolt away as he swims. Finally reaching the tiny land he begins inspecting the statue, taking a closer look, the statue seems to be a young boy in a cape holding an orb with both hands out. The boy rubbed his eyes as he felt a bit of itchiness after the swim, maybe he got some dirt in his eyes, but soon he opened his eyes, and he was in shock to see a flow of green energy within the statue. The energy flow appeared to be gathering in the orb. Unknowingly, he reaches out to feel the mysterious energy within, but curiosity kills the cat as he touches the stone statue, he could both see and feel the energy getting extracted from it by him.
The boy quickly retreats his hand from it, but unfortunately too late when now the statue has gotten much more gloomy than before since its energy inside it was forcefully taken away. A symbol resembling a pair of green spread wings appeared in his sight before it got crossed out.
"What in wor...?" the boy mumbles to himself, unable to understand the current situation before getting another jolt of headache-causing him to lose his footing and fell back into to lake.
Even though it hurt more this time, he was able to swim to safety on another side by swinging both of his arms variously to maintain himself on the surface. He gasped for air as soon as he reached the land, still having some difficulty breathing because of the pain. Previously it was bearable, but now he wishes there was someone to aid him. The sight of a town in the distance gave him hope, but he still had to walk through a dark forest to reach civilization. Left with no choice but to go on, the helpless boy pulls his heavy body together hoping he could teleport straight there without going through hell.
After ten minutes of what seemed endless walking, the boy was finally standing in front of the forest's entrance, it was dark and gloomy even in the daytime as if the sunlight were all blocked off by the dense leaves. Just looking into the forest sent chills down his spine, but he had no time to think as his vision was beginning to blur. Pushing himself to his limits, he stepped into the forest hoping he wouldn't encounter any wild hostile animals.
The boy had been walking along the forest trail for a while since he entered the forest, but still, the exit of the forest is not in sight, then he saw it in the distance, people. Finally, he could get help, he shouted at them while speeding up his movement. Even though help was just a few meters away from him, he got a weird feeling that something bad was about to happen. Just as he thought, those people he was walking to has a creeper skin tone, and more importantly, the mask they were wearing immediately raised his red flag.
Those creatures spotted him from all the shouting and rose their weapons charging at him. There were in total five of them, three were holding a wooden baton while the other two were holding a crossbow. The boy was outnumbered and too exhausted to run away, he was going to black out at any moment so might as well try to gamble his luck and fight them off.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" he yelled trying to intimidate them, but it seems that those creatures spoke a different language because they kept shouting "Yaya ika!" at him.
When the boy got close to the first approaching creature, he summoned the black blade once more on his right hand and performed a backhand upward slash, just right about time hacking away the creature's arm when it tried to knock him with its baton. Seeing his chance, he turned his body along the momentum and landed another slash and this time beheaded him, blood gushed out from its wound and covered some on him as he witnesses his first kill. However, there was no time for him to reflect on his action since this time both baton wielders attacked him at the same time, forcing him to the ground while using his sword to block their attack. In the distance, both archers saw their chance and shot their arrows. The boy pushed both creatures and attempted to block both projectiles with the flat surface of his blade, although he was able to deflect one of them the one landed directly on the opening of his left shoulder armor reaching his flesh.
He screamed in pain, while one of the warriors followed up on its ally's attack. However, this time the boy was able to perfectly parries its attack causing the creature to get a direct slash on its torso. Without wasting any seconds to waste, he raises his sword over his head to perform another heavy attack on the last warrior, the creature tried to block his attack with its baton but sadly, a wooden baton was unrivaled to a sharp-edged blade and quickly got spitted apart along with its body.
Now with all three of the baton warrior dead, the boy now focused his target on the last two remaining creatures. He dashed towards them before they could finish reloading their crossbow and landing another upward slash on one of the archers cutting off both of its hands off. The creature screamed in another language in pain while the boy slashed his throat next ending its life. After witnessing all its allies' deaths, the last remaining creature raised its loaded crossbow to shoot him but missed when its weapon got knocked off its hand by the boy's blade. The boy kicked it in the stomach causing it to fall, he pointed his sword at the last creature and stabbed it mercilessly right in the middle of its torso even though the creature tried to defend against him with its hands and choking blood to its fate.
Finally, with all five hostile enemies turned into corpses, the boy sheathed his sword to continue his path. Despite this, he only fought the battles because of his adrenaline, so now he feels the pain afterward. His head hurts to the point of blacking out, and his left shoulder hurts from the arrow. The boy fell to the ground and began crawling toward the exit unwilling to give up just like that, but his body was far from able to maintain his consciousness.
"Help..." the boy used the last of his strength to speak. Before he fainted, he saw two girls one in red clothing and another in white approaching him.