The sword of val'thar
In the dim light of twilight, Theo prepares to return to the Phoenix Clan, his heart burdened with unspoken secrets, while Deborah gathers a humble brown bag of fruits for his arduous journey. Before stepping into the night's embrace, he offers her a quiet, heartfelt thanks.
Under the cloak of darkness, Theo stealthily approaches the ancient stronghold of the Phoenix Clan. Slipping into a waiting carriage, he conceals himself from prying eyes. Yet fate intervenes when, upon his covert entry into his home, his vigilant brother Diego catches him.
"Where have you been these past four days? The Wise One and our soldiers have scoured every corner in search of you!" Diego exclaims, his voice trembling with equal measures of anger and relief.
"Shhh," Theo hisses, a desperate plea for silence, as he quickly ushers Diego into a secluded room.
Once alone, Theo begins to unravel the perilous tale—every fragment of his journey meticulously recounted, save for one devastating revelation. With a hushed confession, he reveals his encounter with Deborah and admits to a stirring, forbidden infatuation.
"But love is forbidden!" Diego snaps, his tone a mixture of disbelief and dread.
"I do not love her, I am merely drawn to her essence," Theo defends softly, his words laced with inner conflict.
Before they can delve deeper into their charged conversation, a sharp knock shatters the moment.
"You are summoned by the Wise One," intones one of the soldiers, his command as cold as steel.
Reluctantly, Theo departs, followed closely by Diego. Their destination is a magnificent palace, its golden façade gleaming under the starry sky and its walls draped in fabrics that evoke the delicate beauty of blooming lilies in a secret garden. At its very heart towers a majestic phoenix statue, its eyes kindling an ageless, piercing wisdom.
Gazing intently at Theo, the Wise One's voice echoes with both curiosity and stern authority.
"Where have you been?" he demands.
Swallowing his trepidation, Theo inhales deeply, steeling himself to recount the journey that has irrevocably altered the tapestry of fate and the legacy of their clan."I have something to tell you, my lord," Theo utters.
The wise one is skeptical of your stories yet chooses to hear him out nonetheless.
Theo reveals the profound revelation. Intrigued, the wise one in a feat of rage yet curious asks "The sword of Val'thar?."
The sword is ancient and immensely powerful; lost for decades, its strength is unrivaled. Only those deemed worthy by the ancestors may wield it.
"I am the only one chosen to wield the sword," the wise one declares.
"Sorry," the wise one murmurs.
Upon hearing this, a seed of deviousness takes root in Diego's heart.
On getting home Theo and Diego have a little argument amongst themselves because of the revelation of the sword of val'thar.
The next morning
as dawn breaks, birdsong fills the air, and the warmth of the morning sun spreads across the land. The rhythmic sound of husking wood and dolphins dancing in the water stirs Theo from his sleep. Rising, he prepares for another day of sword-making, his craft and livelihood.
Once his work is done, Theo seeks permission from the Wise One to leave, as tradition dictates, before traveling to the famed City of Glass—a town admired for its breathtaking landscape. There, he sells his swords, completing his business for the day.
On his journey home, Theo decides to stop by Deborah's house, only to find it eerily empty. Scanning the surroundings, he notices the boss's belongings strewn about, as if a struggle had taken place. As he steps forward to investigate, his foot unknowingly snaps a thin thread.
An explosion erupts, hurling him backward. Pain sears through him, yet, to his astonishment, his wounds begin to close—though the blood remains. His breath is ragged, his body trembling, but his resolve is firm.
With blood-stained hands, Theo rises and fight the soldiers that ambush him.A fierce fight ensues but Theo's strength could only put down a few soldiers. Sooner he was knocked out by a soldier.
The rhythmic beat of a gong and drum jolts Theo awake. As his eyes adjust, he finds himself at a grand banquet hosted by the Wise One. Among the distinguished guests, he spots Deborah seated gracefully in the guest section.
Dressed in a splendid outfit, Theo hesitantly asks, "What's happening?"
The Wise One smiles. "I heard of how the beautiful fairy, so elegant in nature, saved your life. In gratitude, I brought her here and arranged this banquet in her honor."
Theo's heart pounds. He never spoke of Deborah to the Wise One, fearful that her existence would be discovered—love is forbidden. A cold dread creeps over him. He moves to leave, but the guards swiftly block his path.
The Wise One seizes Theo by the arm and drags him into a secluded room.
"Why?" Theo pleads, his voice trembling. "Please, spare her life! She has done nothing wrong! Why are you doing this?"
"You really know nothing, you fool".The wise one says in a calm yet frightening voice. The sword of Val'thar , forged hearts of a dying star, it gleams with power, a blade so potent it cleaves the secret of creation.A blade forged in the dawn of time, val'thar is a sword beyond mortal Ken .High on smoking peak of mount shu, a goldsmith, Xarion worked in secret he tempering the sword in celestial fire till the sword could cleave a million diamonds in one slash. At the swords birth Xarion bound a spark of his own spirit to steal so that the whisper could echo through the agesin the swords mind. The sword of Val'thar is said to possess magical might. Orun the 1st mortal to draw the sword used it's power to drive back the stonelords, but was later slain by the shadows. It is said that Xarion chooses who wields the sword. And of all people he chose your lame blood line" the wise one explained.
Theo in a state of shock is left speechless, he walks out to meet his brother Diego.
Brother come merry with me . Diego knew not the intentions of his brother, Theo walks closer to Diego and give him a punch in the cheek a punch that felt more like a shove against his cheek.
"How could you?" Theo shouted.
"Ha haha Haha." Diego laughed. "You expect me to let u have everything to yourself. Dad's legacy , Legendary sword, that beautiful lady and the throne. All I ever wanted was to be loved the way u were loved, to be seen and cherished for my worth" Diego laments
You always got what you wanted while I was disregarded by everyone, you were always favored by father but I was considered a failure even as ur elder brother. Yes , yes I'm the one who gave word to the wise one about Deborah." Diego continues to lament.
Theo's eyes fills with tear on hearing what Diego says. An angry Diego claps twice
and soldiers rose out from the floor. Flying out from their hideout. Conflict ensues as Theo is held away the ground by a group of soldiers and tied up. Deborah is also attacked by the soldiers but she refuses to go down without a fight.TodayRetype and put punctuation marks where necessaryCertainly! Here's the revised version with proper punctuation:
She fights bravely, swinging her sword left and right—unbending, defiant, athletic—but the Demonators are stronger. They finally pin her down and tie her up. Deborah is taken to the execution ground to be beheaded and burned by the sacred flames of phoenix judgment.
Theo is brought to the scene. He falls to his knees and begs the Wise One to spare her life, but his pleas fall on deaf ears, like a leaf hitting a rock. The ritual is performed, and the flame falls from the sky, burning Deborah.
"Ahhhhh!" Deborah screams in agony as the fire engulfs her. A dark shadow flies away, unnoticed by anyone.
Theo shouts, "Noooo!" but his words cannot quench the fire. His heart fills with anger and pain. He sees himself in the void, and his deity asks him if he wants to wield the sword. Theo hesitates for a few seconds but then grabs the sword and pulls it from the Seal of Coffin.
In reality, a sword as bright as the sun—surfing in magic—fires up its aura again. Theo's eyes glow blue.
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Deborah fights fiercely, her sword slicing through the air—unyielding, defiant, agile—but the Demonators are relentless. Their strength overpowers her, and soon, they pin her down, binding her in unbreakable chains.
Dragged to the execution grounds, she faces the sacred flames of phoenix judgment. Theo is brought before her, his knees hitting the ground as he pleads with the Wise One. His desperate cries—raw, broken—echo through the air, but mercy does not come. His words are like a leaf striking stone—powerless.
The ritual begins. Fire descends from the heavens, consuming Deborah in its wrath.
"Ahhhhh!" Her scream shatters the night as the flames wrap around her. In that instant, a dark shadow slips away—unseen, unnoticed.
Theo's voice rises—"Noooo!"—but there is no undoing fate. Grief and fury burn through him, a storm raging in his soul.
Within the void, his father appears to his eyes only , offering him a choice. "Do you wish to wield the sword?"
Theo hesitates, the weight of destiny pressing upon him. Then, with resolve, he grasps the weapon, pulling it free from the Seal of Coffin.
Reality bends. A blade, radiant as the sun, ignites—a force of pure magic. Its aura blazes as Theo's eyes gleam an intense, luminous blue.. and a quick switch to crystal red.