Onisiba: Legend of the Three Ultimate Swords

[cameo]

I like it. It actually has depth, and a backround. Do continue!

[cameo]

Funky... Continue!

[cameo]

lol, I like it!

[Hero]

I redid the story:


Where Earth stands now, there are two parallel universes. One supports the natural growth and prosperity that we experience today which is Earth. The other, however, does not. This world is called Aeris, the land of time. Time itself is unbalanced here; so advanced swordsmen can use it to their advantage. There are four nations and cultures of people. The Aerians, the Iyallanos, the Cronians, and the Lucians. The Aerians are rich and live in the city of Aegis. They can use every elemental attack. The Iyallanos were banished, because of their dark ruler, who waged countless wars against the other nations. They and their leader were banished to the Dark Region and were to never return to the imperial city of Aegis. They use darkness as their element. The Cronians are mostly thieves and live in small houses unlike the Aerians. They use wind and some light techniques. The Lucians are separated from the other nations. They use light. Only two people were a special race called Wyvernian. It was a mix of every race. They can use every element. Because of the parallelism, Earth and Aeris are linked. No one on Earth knows about Aeris’s existence, same with Aeris, until now…

It was a bright, sunny morning in Aegis, imperial capital of Aeris. The city was enormous! A straight pathway led to the Grand Council, which was a gigantic castle. The pathway winded up there with shops and homes on either side. A little bit before the Grand Council on the left side was a school. This is where all of the children go to be taught about swordsmanship, healing techniques, craftsmanship and history. A young eleven-year-old boy named Hero lived in and ran his parents’ sword shop called Voyage Sword Shop with his mom and dad, which was near the city‘s gates. The shop was a two-story building; on the first floor was the kitchen, his parents’ bedrooms and the shop, and on the second floor was Hero’s room. He had the whole top floor to himself. He had a bed next to his balcony which he could overlook the whole city. Because they were not Aerian, they were treated as outcasts, for the city they lived in was the home of the Aerians. Hero’s father was named Haelius and his mom was named Rea. Hero and Haelius had gray hair while his mom had blond hair. For some reason, he inherited his dad’s gray hair and his gray eyes; not his mom’s hair and eyes. He only inherited his mom’s hair type and her nose. Hero wore a red and green shirt with blue jeans. His dad wore a simple white shirt and jeans while his mom wore a light green dress with flowers on it. They were a really happy family, but Hero had a problem. Hero thought he didn’t need friends and that all he needed was his parents, but he was really making that his excuse to not make any friends. Soon, he realized what a mistake that truly was.

Prologue

One bright, sunny morning in Aegis, Hero woke up and put on his brightly colored red and green shirt with his blue jeans. Much to his dismay, it was time for school. Hero absolutely despised school, because he had no true friends. Everyone made fun of him, because he was not Aerian. Even though he was the top student at the Swordsmanship Academy, he was always saddened by the thought of his life with no friends. He always felt like an outcast, because he was a mix of all the races; Aerian, Cronian, Lucian, and Iyallanos. He was a special race called Wyvernian, which was a mix of every race. He always had kids who were picking on him and people who were scared for no reason of him. He was treated not only as an outcast, but a monster and a low life. He never had a chance to explain to everyone that he was indeed a being just like them, because they always ran away. He hated Aerians, Lucians, Cronians and Iyallanos, just because of his birth. But today, all his thoughts, beliefs and feelings would be changed. This time, for good.

“Hey Hero, where’s your friends? Oh yeah… that’s right you don’t have any! Ha! What a loser!” one of his classmates said while passing him.

Hero frowned and yelled, “Oh yeah… well, I will soon! I will have many friends! Dang… he’s gone.”

He walked sadly towards his school. Just like the last times.

On the way, a boy going the opposite way, accidentally collided into him. They both fell to the floor hard.

“Hey! What was that for?! If you want to fight me, I‘ll hurt you so badly you‘ll be in pain for at least a year!!!” Hero shouted angrily.

“I’m sorry! It was my fault. I’m trying to go to school. I’m late.” the boy answered.

“What?! No! I’m late too! By the way, the school is that way.” Hero pointed out.

Hero pointed his finger north towards the school.

“Oh… I was heading in the wrong way… thanks! My name’s Yui.”

“I’m Hero. Nice to meet you. Sorry for yelling like that. Everyone‘s always mean to me.” Hero replied.

The boy had dark purple hair that reached down to his shoulders.. He was small; the same size as Hero. He wore a purple shirt with a yellow trim and white pants.

“Wow, you have nice manners. Do you want to be my friend? I am so lonely, cause everyone‘s mean to me too.”

“Sure! I don’t have any friends either! We better go to school! Come on!” Hero said.

Then, they both ran their hardest to school. This was the beginning of a long-lasting friendship. When they got there, they crept silently to their seats.

The classroom was almost filled and it looked slightly strange with two seats empty.

The teacher looked at them sternly and asked, “Why are you two late?”

“Uhh… I can explain?” Hero replied.

“No, but I can. He helped me find this school. I was going the wrong way.” Yui explained.

“Ahh… I see you’re that new kid. You’re not on my list yet. Anyways, open your text books and turn to page one ninety six so we can get started.” the teacher replied while pointing at Yui.

“Yes sir!” both of them shouted simultaneously.

The teacher caught them, because he memorized the seating chart. When the two empty seats were filled, it was extremely noticeable.

“Ok, today’s lesson is in the Eternal Swords War and the legend of the three ultimate swords. On page one ninety-six it will explain what happened. Listen, take notes, and read while I read it aloud. Long ago, there was a feud between Aerians and Iyallanos. The leader of the Iyallanos, Raiju, was a wicked man. He led many wars against the Aerians for power. He made his sword out of a special ore called Lunikrite. Lunikrite is a metal that can reflect elemental attacks, absorb them and send them back twice as deadly. It was named Exile because he was exiled from Aegis after he killed innocent women and children. The sword was pure evil. After a long period of time, the Iyallanos were winning. A sacred blacksmith created two swords to match Exile’s strength. Soul Reaper was a sword that contained both light and darkness and Luciis contained only light. Soul Reaper and Exile were also special, because they both have four elements; gravity, light, darkness and time. Then, a balance called Ariirn was created. The equality was light, to dark, to both. Because all the swords contained time, time was disrupted. The swords were out of balance. Time was out of order. This is why today; people can use time in combat. The blacksmith also made a holy relic called the Sacred Crystal. It is said to grant any desire, as long as a good person used it. At the end of the war, the other races defeated the Iyallanos. They were banished to the Dark Region. That is why every one of the inferior Iyallanos are banished. They can never enter Aegis again, because of their leader, Raiju and his foolish acts.” the teacher explained.

Yui frowned and looked at Hero.

Hero frowned and looked at Yui.

He pointed at Yui and Yui nodded.

He sat back in his seat with his eyes wide open. Then, the bell rang and everyone left class.

Hero and Yui quickly tried to run out of the room with all forty students pushing and budging others out of the door. They left first, because they were small and people pushed them out.

“Wait! New kid, what is your name? Dang it!” the teacher shouted.

While walking, Hero asked Yui, “You’re one of them?!”

Yui looked down and replied, “Yeah… please don’t tell anyone.”

“Hey! You’re an orphan, right?”

“Yeah. I entered this city, because I wanted to live a good life. I never knew my father…”

“Follow me!” Hero said joyously.

They ran up the winding pathway and entered a huge castle where the Grand Council was. Inside the castle was a huge room. In the back of the room, were two staircases that led to the other rooms of the castle. There were pillars that were perfectly aligned next to the entrance. At the end of the entrance room were chairs and one big table. They opened the doors and the council stared at them.

“What is it?” one member asked.

“This boy is an orphan. Can you find a home for him?” Hero asked.

“Sure… but why?”

“He was abandoned at birth.” Hero replied.

“I see. Anna, Orion, come in here. Do you want to adopt this boy?” the council member asked.

Two people walked into the room from behind the curtain. The man was tall and had a scruffy beard while the mother was calm and fragile. He wore a black shirt and black pants. She wore a white silk skirt and a white blouse. The man also had brown hair and just like the woman. They looked nice and very happy.

“Wow! This boy is perfect! What is your name? Do you want us as parents?” the women asked Yui.

“Yeah. My name is-”

“Dark. His name is Dark.” Hero interrupted Yui.

“He’s perfect! Come on Dark, let’s go to our house. We already have a room for you!” the new father said happily.

“Man, I’m loving this! I’ve never been so happy in my life! Thank you! Thanks Hero!” Dark said happily.

Then, he walked off with his parents.

The council member walked up beside Hero and Hero put his arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t they make a good family?” Hero asked.

“Yes they do. I’m glad you did that. It was the perfect time. We were just discussing adoptions with those two. I think they‘ll all be fine.” the council member said.

Hero smiled and walked away. He headed to his house, because it was late.

“Hey, where were you?! We were worried about you!” his mom, Rea, shouted when he entered.

“Yeah, son, where were you?! Dinner was an hour ago!” his dad, Haelius, added.

“Oh, I helped my friend get adopted. He was an orphan. Anyways, I’m going to bed. Goodnight!” Hero said calmly.

Then, he walked upstairs to his room.

“Hero… has a friend? Is this an excuse for him being in detention?” Rea asked.

“I don’t think so. I think he would have told us if that was the cause. Wow… I’m so happy he has a friend.” Haelius replied.

When he got upstairs, he did his homework and then sat on his balcony and stared at the full moon.

It was a few minutes later that he heard a soft voice calling to him below his balcony.

“Hey Hero! Why did you change my name?” Dark asked.

Hero looked down and saw Yui there.

“It’s because you’re… yeah. That was the only thing I thought of, cause you have dark hair. I didn‘t want them to know that you are… yeah, because your name explains it. It‘s your heritage name.” Hero explained.

When a person is born and part of a nation, he is given a heritage name to tell what nation you‘re from. Originally, the names are branched off their parents’ names. Yui was named Yui because the Iyallanos’ heritage names start with ‘Y’ or ‘R’. The Cronians’ names all start with ‘C’. The Aerians’ names are all different because they are high class and believe that each person is free and entitled to have their own type of name. And last, the Lucians’ names only start with ‘R’. Their names are special because they always start with ‘Re’ instead of ‘Ra’ which is the Iyallanos way. Therefore, it’s really easy to spot someone who doesn’t belong to the crowd or someone who is a different race. Thankfully, Yui was new to the school so they didn’t add his name to the list yet.

“Oh yeah… I’m yeah and I’m supposed to be banished. Ok, see you tomorrow Hero!” Yui said.

Hero walked inside and said to himself, “Yeah.”

Then, he went to bed happier than he’s ever felt before.

By the end of the day, Hero finally made one friend. After this, his life would change forever.

Chapter 1: Beginning

“Hero… Hero, wake up!”

Hero slowly opened his eyes and yawned. It was morning the next day. He noticed that the sun was beaming in the window so bright that it burned his eyes. Unaware of this happening, he fell out of bed and there was a large *thump*. Hero’s mom just kind of stared at him and then returned to her cleaning. Then she went downstairs and yelled, “Hero! GET OUT OF BED!!!”

Just as he fell asleep, he heard the ear-shattering noise his mom made when she was calling him. This noise deeply startled him. He leaped out of bed so high that he hit the ceiling. He fell to the floor so hard, that it made a dent which destroyed the carpet in the landing spot. Downstairs, parts of the ceiling broke off and landed in his father’s food, because below Hero‘s room is the kitchen.

“HERO!!!” Haelius, his dad, shouted angrily.

“Erm… kay dad.” Hero muttered.

After this, he walked downstairs and heard his mom yell, “Dark’s here! He wants you to help him with his homework!” Hero then ran downstairs and greeted his friend. Shortly afterward, they both left for school. To pass by the time, they found some sticks on the road and dueled each other in a stick fight. They were the best kids in town when it came to swordsmanship, because Hero’s dad owned a sword shop. They were also the best in the Swordsmanship School.





After school, the bell rang and Hero ran home his fastest. He was late again! It was all because he drew bad pictures of his teacher. Because of this, his teacher lost trust in him, made him stay afterward and drew bad pictures of him to make him feel worse. When he got there, he noticed the lights were out in the shop. He opened the door silently and crept upstairs to his room as quiet as a mouse. He peeked around the corner and was paralyzed with shock and fear. His parents were on the floor dead and sliced up! There was blood everywhere; the whole floor was soaked! He looked beyond them and on his balcony, was a man wearing a white overcoat. The sky was dark red and blood colored with a hint of black. The hems of the man’s shirt were blue with chain mail underneath it. He had aqua colored hair and his eyes were covered by a shadow. He carried an extremely long and heavy sword on his shoulders. The sword was light-blue and had a green tip at the very end of the sword. It had a gray crystal in the middle. At the end of the hilt, there was an abnormal crescent shaped hook. There was something about the sword that foreshadowed its evil powers surging into and out of the man. It was like the sword was feeding off his soul and exchanging it with a demonic soul!

He turned and looked at Hero then laughed and said, “So, you are the Legendary Warrior. I had no need to kill your parents… well actually I did. They interfered. Your father was stubborn. Oh well… I think I should send you to them right now. I think they’ll be happy to see you!”

Hero turned around and grabbed his father’s sword that was on the floor. His palms were sweating and his face was white. He couldn’t help but stare at his parents, or at least what was left of them. His father’s sword was “always special” he says. “It always had special powers, but only it would reveal them to you. You can never quite understand this sword, Soul Reaper.” he always says. Wait, Soul Reaper was the ultimate sword! From that history lesson! But how could he defeat a guy with a thirty-foot long sword? Hero had many thoughts and memories flashing in his head. He remembered all of the great times he had with his parents. For the fist time, he felt true hatred burning in his heart.

“Did you… why did you… do this?!?! Answer me!!!” Hero shouted.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? It was all your father’s fault. I had came here for a different purpose, but yet again, your father turned on me. He should sacrificed you and maybe I might of let him free. Sadly, he committed the worst sin of them all… betrayal. Now, I must finish objective two; kill the Legendary Warrior!” the man said happily.

“Shut… up. I… would have given my life for them instead!” Hero said quietly.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not why I came here. You see, your dad was… someone I cared about when I was young. Now, he was my greatest foe. Betrayal doesn’t come lightly in the eyes of the betrayed. How would you like it if your friend, Yui, betrayed you?” the man asked Hero.

“How… did you know about Yui?!” Hero questioned.

The man smiled and grabbed his huge sword and thrust it at Hero. He tried to parry, but his sword was just too small. The sword wouldn’t reveal it’s power. The man’s sword stabbed Hero in the stomach. His sword flew out of his hands and he grabbed his stomach as his own blood gushed out onto the floor.

The floor was covered in blood. His loveable green carpet was soiled with a red river flowing down the stairs. There were blood stains all over the walls like hand prints of where his parents tried to escape the man. The walls were scarred with stories of murderous memories. Each bloody hand print had a unique story to tell.

Hero shivered because he never felt blood before. He looked at his stomach and was shaking uncontrollably. More flashbacks of his parents were set before him and he shook even more by the memory.

The man looked at him and exclaimed, “Now your blood is mixed with your parents’ blood! How amusing… you don’t stand a chance against me! Except your fate… DIE HERO!!!”

Just as he tried to impale Hero, a blinding flash shining from his father’s sword halted him. It was so blinding, it looked like some holy power finally came to aid Hero. The sword shined on the man’s face revealing he was an Iyallanos. Hero felt a strange feeling of confidence, bravery, and strength by staring into the light. He’s never felt this kind of courage before.

“The sword chose you?!” the man shouted.

Hero ran up, grabbed his sword and stabbed the man! The man coughed up blood and grabbed his bleeding stomach.

Then, the light faded and he stepped forward an inch.

“Very good. I expected nothing less from the Legendary Warrior. Heh, you won’t defeat me here, though!”

Then the man ran up and kicked Hero. He flew back and hit a wall. When Hero got up, he dashed forward and slashed the man across the stomach! It was a very successful hit. The man fell backwards and landed on the ground below his balcony near the entrance to his house. Hero walked over to the man’s sword as he stood there. He noticed something strange about it. The evil presence was surging through the sword. A few moments later, the man jumped up and grabbed his sword.

“I’ll be taking that if you don’t mind.” he said.

Then, he ran up and lightly stabbed Hero’s shoulder. Just the tip of the sword was powerful enough to pierce it. Hero fell backwards and grabbed his shoulder. His sword, Soul Reaper, flew back and stuck into the wall behind him.

“Dang… how do I beat this guy?! It’s like he can predict my moves!” Hero thought.

“Yes, I can predict your moves. So can you, but you don’t know how yet. You are such a pathetic fool.” the man said.

Then, he ran forward and attempted to cut Hero’s neck. Suddenly, a blinding light once again emitted from the sword. Then, Soul Reaper suddenly appeared in Hero’s hands!

The man stepped back and shouted, “Hmmm… interesting. I must depart. Farwell Legendary Warrior! Our next encounter will be swifter and more devastating!”

As soon as he said that, the light disappeared and he jumped into the air and disappeared.

Hero knelt down next to his parents’ diced up bodies, and then he started to weep. The floor was soaked with his parents’ blood, his blood, and his tears.

Hero then stood up, clenched his right fist and said, “I will get my revenge! You will never get away with what you’ve done! You will pay severely for what you’ve done! I promise!”





Four Years Later…


Voyage Sword Shop was still up and running. Despite his parents’ death, he still ran it. He was up to his hands and knees with work. There were customers everywhere! He had Yui, formally known as Dark help him sometimes. But one day, he forced his customers out and closed the shop up. Something was wrong. He went into his parents’ old room and laid a suitcase on the bed. Yui chased after him and walked into the room. He looked at all the red walls and then noticed Hero.

“Hero, what are you doing?!”

“I’m packing up, why?” Hero asked.

Dark stared at him, sighed, and replied, “You don’t have to leave! This is the most prosperous city in all of Aeris, so why are you leaving?!”

Hero turned his head, “I know this place has many of my fondest memories, but who can cherish those memories, if apart of you… isn’t there?”

Dark blankly stared at him and asked, “Huh?”

“My parents owned this place, it’s a lot of work to own it, I need cash, and my own room was used as a slaughter house… for my parents. I trained enough at the swordsmanship school, and I need to find out who murdered my parents. That pretty much sums it.” Hero explained.

Suddenly, several soldiers burst through the door into the shop. They looked around and asked, “Is there anyone in this shop named Yui? If not, do you know where he is?”

Hero and Dark both shook their heads.

Then, one of the soldiers seized Dark and exclaimed, “Here he is! The traitor changed his name! He’s the stray Iyallanos we’ve been looking for! He fits the description perfectly!”

“STOP!!!” shouted Hero.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at Hero.

“Don’t kill him! You should give him a fair tri-”

Then, one of the soldiers interrupted and kicked Hero. He flew back and hit a wall. There was a loud *THUMP!*. Hero watched in horror as his friend was being carried off. He tried to get up, but his legs couldn’t move because he was mortified. His limbs were paralyzed, his friend was being carried off and he was injured from hitting a wall. What could he do?

Before the soldier closed the door on their way out, Yui screamed, “Hero!”

Actually, there was nothing he could do. Hero started crying and looked up into the skylight in his kitchen. As he watched the sun’s light beam in, he quietly asked, “Why is this happening to me?!”

The sunlight was pure white and yellow. As he looked up, he could see the tiny dust particles floating in the air.

He then gathered his sword, some food, clothes, and left his house. As he left, he saw the new owners of the shop come by and greet him. They were right on time. The man was a father; his wife and two children accompanied him. He greeted them, and then the father paid him five hundred Ziens for the house. As soon as he did this, Hero said goodbye and left for the city’s main gate.

Ziens were the Aerian’s currency. Each Zien could buy a loaf of bread and a piece of candy. Five-hundred Ziens were a lot of money. He was very thankful they paid him more then the house was worth.

He used all of the Ziens on supplies for his journey. He also bought a new shirt and new pants. The shirt was white with a dark-gray stripe from the left shoulder down to the right mid-stomach area. On the strip were three rings that were silver and on the right of the stripe was dark-gray. Each cuff was the opposite color; the right cuff was white and the left was dark-gray. The shirt was made of a soft cloth. Underneath the shirt, Hero wore a chain mail shirt. It was his fathers. His new, black pants were pressed to perfection. They were pretty hard. The new shirt, chain mail, and the pants provided Hero with good defense. After all, his clothes were prototype clothes with better defense than lunikrite armor! He also bought a few healing herbs. After gathering all of his stuff, he left the shop and headed down the pathway to the main gate.

Two soldiers posted near the gate, were laughing. They turned and stared at Hero and then whispered to each other.

The gate was huge and made of wood. Soldiers were always posted there because they cared about the town’s safety.

One of them turned and asked, “Hey! You! Weren’t you with that stray Iyallanos?”

Hero ignored them and walked right past them. The other soldier looked at Hero and said, “He was so stupid for staying in this town! Their kind shouldn’t be allowed to live! I don‘t know why that kid made friends with him. What a stupid decision.”

“Wait, isn’t that the same kid who’s every race? I guess the old tale is true. Monsters flock with monsters!” the other guard replied.

“Actually, he’s Wyvernian. That’s the name of his kind. Wait… never mind. He’s one of the only Wyvernians around!” the first guard laughed.

Hero turned around immediately and grabbed the handle of his sword. He clenched his hand harder, then said, “Don’t you dare make fun of him! He was exiled because of this stupid law! Not everyone is bad! I’m not a monster!”

The guards laughed and one said, “Yeah right! Why should we believe the words of an inferior such as yourself?”

Hero ran up and punched that guard in the face. He flew back and hit the other guard.

“To me, you’re the monsters.” Hero said calmly.

He turned around and walked out of the city. He thought to himself, “What should I do now?” Then, he walked off into the crimson, sunset lit hills.

[Hero]

Night hit and Hero was prepared. It took him almost an hour to set up camp, because it was his first time away from home. He was laying in a green meadow with a full moon in view. They meadow was filled with short grass. To his right was a lake and to his left was the ocean. Straight ahead right next to the road down below the hill he was sitting on, was a mountain range.

The moon reflected upon the blades of grass so the meadow was lit up. Hero gazed up at the moon. Around the moon was still the hint of the crimson red sunset that was there earlier. There was a faint wind blowing eastward. It was a very peaceful night.

After four hours, it was midnight. Hero put out the campfire and took out his sword. The moon’s dull light shined on the side of the sword. For some reason, the reflection the sword reflected made the pale light seem brighter. How could it be making it brighter? Was it because of what the sword was made of? The sword was made of a special ore not found anywhere and an actual soul. Could this be linked to his grandpa’s disappearance? He could have fused his soul in the sword… but that would be impossible! No one’s ever done that! But for some reason, he always felt comfort while he had the sword next to him.

As he sat on the meadow which overlooked the entire valley, he started to have more flashbacks.

“Why did that man call me the ‘Legendary Warrior’? Am I special? I’m not. I feel so bad… I let my best friend die because of me. Who knows if the soldiers really exiled him? They probably killed him just like the other ones. What is with this sword? Why is that man after it?” Hero sadly thought to himself.

Thirty minutes later, Hero put his sword down next to him, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Hero woke up and saw Yui right next to him! He gasped, smiled, and looked at him. Hero exclaimed, “Yui! I thought you were banished to the Dark Region!”

Yui continued to stare at Hero. Hero’s smile turned to a frown as he noticed that Yui looked like he was being controlled. He gazed into his eyes and questioned, “Yui?”

Yui jumped up and grabbed Hero’s sword. He pointed the tip of it at Hero’s head and then yelled, “Die!”

Hero jumped up and took a step back and asked, “What are you doing?!”

Then Yui replied, “Die by the hands of your murderer!”

Yui took Hero’s sword and then thrust it through Hero’s heart. He fell on the ground dead, soaked in his blood. Blood rushed out of his body and onto the grass covered in morning dew.

Then, Hero’s eyes shot open. He looked around gasping for air, and saw it was only a nightmare.

He was covered in sweat, and his body was shaking violently. He looked at himself in the reflection of his sword. His skin was pale white, and he was sick to his stomach. His eyes were glazed over with a purple evil glow.

After examining himself, he got up and fixed himself breakfast on an open campfire. When he finished, he gathered his belongings and hit the road. A new, bright day was laid before him.





“Hey, do you know where a guy with a huge sword is? He has a sword about maybe thirty feet long?” Hero asked a man walking next to him.

“No. How can a guy wield that long of a sword?! That doesn’t make sense. Are you crazy?”

“Umm… no. Never mind.” Hero replied.

Then, the man ran away.

“It’s gonna be impossible to find him if no one believes me!” Hero shouted.

Then, he continued walking along the pathway. He walked a little bit further and spotted another man. He was a Cronian and had a very large sword on his back. He wore a white chain mail shirt with white pants. He had green hair; just like all of the Cronians.

“Hey do you know where a man with a huge sword is? He has aqua hair and is Iyallanos.” Hero asked.

“Yeah… I saw him. My name’s Chronos.”

“My name is Hero. I’m also Cronian.”

“Cool. You really don’t look like it.” Chronos said.

“Yeah… I’m a mix of all the races.” Hero replied.

“Hey, let’s look for him. By the way, why are you searching for him?”

“He… murdered my parents.” Hero replied.

“Oh… that’s sad. I’ll follow you for a while. I know how you feel… it happened to one of my best friends.” Chronos said.

“Nah, don’t worry about that. Let’s go.” Hero replied

Then, they continued their walk down the pathway. Half-way along the road from Aegis to the village, Chronos stopped.

“I’m sorry, I can’t go any further. I have to return to Aegis.” He turned around and started running. Hero shrugged and continued walking.

On the pathway, Hero met a fork in the road.

To the left, were a beach and a vast, blue ocean.

To his right, was a Cronian village.

Hero chose the path to the right, hoping that there would be people who knew about his parents’ murderer. To bad Chronos didn’t follow him. But why did he leave? Was this a sign that Hero was going to encounter something bad?

He sprinted down the path, and then entered the village. The layout was amazing. There were houses everywhere! Some of the houses looked just like his house! He looked around and saw it was deserted. There were trails of smoke all around the area, because of people cooking food. It seems like the people just… disappeared. He searched through the houses and found some strange bloodstains that spelled out the word ‘TEMPLE’. This word was found in every home in the village. The stain was fresh as if someone just killed the villagers.

As soon as he left, he smelled a combination of smoke, burnt food, blood and rotting corpses. He looked at the sky and noticed that it was overcast and about to rain. He quickly ran to the exit of the town.

When he reached the edge of town, he saw a huge sign with an arrow on it pointing westward. It was yet another bloodstain. Then, Hero peeked behind the sign and found a pit with corpses in it! They had just been slaughtered. The pool was filled with bodies, blood and worms.

He gasped and thought to himself, “Are… these… the villagers?! Who could have done such a thing?!?!”

Puzzled and horrified by this, Hero decided to leave to figure out who did this. He headed westward.

When he finally reached the mysterious temple, he gazed upon the walls and spotted more bloodstains. This was an Aerian temple. But why was there an Aerian temple in a Cronian district? Moments after inspecting the whole outside perimeter, Hero entered the large temple.

When he took his first step inside, he was awestruck. The whole temple was made of marble and pearl. Each pillar was decorated with rubies, sapphires, jasper, chalcedony, sardonyx, carnelian, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth, amethyst, jade, diamond, emerald, and opal. In the middle of the temple was a pillar with a gold slab. Hero walked over and read it.

It read: “To the three chosen wielders of the Legendary Blades… unite the swords to open the portal to the other realm linked to here. This power will bend all time, space and reality. Gather… to reunite the sacred realms. Gather.”

“And what does the Legendary Warrior plan to do if the portal is open?”

Standing on top of the pillar with the slab stood the man who murdered Hero’s parents! This time, he looked down at Hero so Hero could see his face.

“You! You’ll pay for what you’ve done to my parents!” Hero shouted.

“Saying things like that won’t make you feel better… unless you put them into action. I can see that you will die here… your future is crystal clear.” said the man.

Then, both of them drew their swords.

The man jumped down, ran forward, and tried to stab Hero, but Hero was too quick. He jumped onto the man’s sword, dashed forward and jumped up and slashed the man across the chest. The man quickly recovered and tried to vertically cut him. Hero blocked and clashed swords with him.

Both held their positions flawlessly.

Then, Hero broke the stance and slashed the man across the chest. He fell backward and then attempted to stab Hero. The sword shot at Hero’s chest, but Hero pulled out Soul Reaper just in time to block it with the actual blade! The front part of the blade took on the tip of the man’s thirty-foot long sword! Hero swung the sword at Raiju which caused him to fall back because of the sword’s length.

“What’s the matter? Am I just too strong for you? It looks like you’re having trouble with your really long sword!” Hero shouted cockily.

“Actually, this sword is as light as a feather. I’m having trouble predicting your moves. My body… is acting weird from killing all of those people.” the man explained.

“Really? Who are you? I know you’re Iyallanos. I had a nightmare about you.”

The man stood up and looked at Hero. He was different than before. It was almost like he was nicer for some odd reason.

“I won’t yet reveal my identity to you. The dream you had wasn’t a coincidence. Maybe time will reveal your destiny, the meaning and who I am soon. For now, we must concentrate on our goals and the situation.”

“Is this just an excuse?!” Hero shouted.

“No. Maybe I should go hard on you… nah. Anyways, if you want to, then prepare yourself. I’m going to come and get you.” the man shouted.

Then, the man dashed up and attempted to slash Hero again. Hero parried and grabbed him by the neck.

The man shouted, “Why must you even try? I was expecting this from the first time I even saw you! You should give up and let me kill you. Then, I’ll take your sword.”

“Is this what you want? My sword? Why is it that important?!” Hero questioned.

“I also want to kill you. But anyways, you should search in your heart to find the answer. As for now… fight me!” the man shouted.

Hero ran up to him and clashed swords with the man.

They were too evenly matched!

Suddenly, a man wearing black clothes and a cape appeared and joined the clash. All three held their ground solidly. The man had his face covered with his purple hair. He was obviously an Iyallanos. All the Iyallanos had purple, aqua or black hair. This battle seemed too planned out. How could the man who murdered Hero’s parents know everything about him? He said something about that he knows the future, but how is that possible? He must have been good at guessing.

Then, a white light shined from their swords. It was so bright; all three were forced to shield their eyes. The light grew larger and larger until it surrounded them.

Hero, the man, and the stranger were sucked into the holy light.

[Hero]

Chapter 2: Realization

In the expanse of time, Hero was floating. It was almost like gravity wasn’t around. He could see everything around him, but he didn’t open his eyes. There was no sound and no thoughts ran through his head. He just knew. Suddenly, he started to think again. His eyes opened and a bright light consumed him. He felt something strange enter his body. His body became numb and his mind felt cleared. He felt pain running from his head, down to his feet. He was still in the bright light. Everything was spinning. Then, he fell unconscious.

Hero woke up moments later, but his vision was blurred.

After a few minutes, his sight cleared up completely. It was six o’clock in the morning around the harbor area in Dana Point, California.

The waves were softly setting, the air was crisp of the ocean with the scent of salt and sea. There were rocks everywhere around him and gigantic cliffs were towering over him. He was located right next to a staircase and a large jetty. He had never felt the ocean before, but he wasn’t scared.

He got up off the soft sand and walked up the stairs leading to the Ocean Research Institute. He brushed off the sand on his shirt and headed up the wet stairs. The Ocean Research Institute was a huge building for tourists. It was dedicated to oceanography and sea animal research. It was closed, because it was six o’clock. As he passed by the empty, brown building, a man with a dark blue cape and blue hair, jumped up onto the roof. He wore a fancy shirt and white pants. He pulled out his com-link and stood quietly observing Hero. Com-link stands for communications link. With it, you can call anyone in the world for free. His com-link rang. He picked it up and answered it.

“What is the information regarding the Legendary Warrior?”

“He’s breached. The trans-dimensional portal is open and secure.”

“Good work Yuin. You may proceed with the operation at any time you wish.”

Just as Hero walked by the empty building, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and looked on the roof, but there was nothing there, so he continued his long hike. Later that morning, Hero found the five highway and started walking south on it.

The highway was long and few people were driving on it. When Hero saw a car for his first time, he was frightened. After a while of pondering, he concluded that people controlled them. He figured this out, because he was half genius. His mind processes thoughts faster than normal brains, therefore he can respond quickly to things. People would often stair at him, because he had a sword strapped to his back. Then, he realized something. He unraveled the rope he used to attach his sword to his back. He put his sword on the ground. Amazingly, his sword flew up and attached to his back again! This time, without rope! By tapping into the sword’s power, he increased the gravity on his back. His sword contained the element of gravity. So that’s why there was no sheath to his sword!

“Ahh… I see. This will be fun.” Hero said joyously while looking at Soul Reaper on his back.

Soul Reaper was a short sword. It was about four feet long, but incredibly light. It has a semi-transparent blade which is a mix of a mellow gray and a tan. The hilt was white and very soft. The guard was dark-gray with four, small, purple crystals and one big crystal in the middle. The crystal was half yellow, half purple. The crystals represented the four elements in the sword. The big crystal represented the two forces in the sword trying to rule Hero, because of the elements of light and darkness.. The yellow side was the good and the purple side was the evil. At the end of the hilt was a yellow crystal in the shape of a diamond.

As soon as he reached the exit Camino Estrelle, he found a spot behind a tree and camped out there. It was a red coral tree, which was a beautiful crimson color. People stared at him more often, because he carried a sword on his back and it was an exit for the busy highway. It was also noon.

That night, two policemen spotted and started questioning him. One of them said, “It’s illegal to carry a sword out in the public. I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to confiscate it.”

“What do you mean?” Hero asked.

“The law states that it is illegal to carry a sword, because it can harm a civilian. Are you even from around here? Your clothes look different.” asked the other cop.

“We should take him in for questioning. He looks like a terrorist. Why are you here?”

Hero quickly grabbed his belongings and ran for the shopping district beyond the highway. He dashed into the parking lot and ran towards K-Mart. They tried to catch him, but he was too fast for them. He lost them down an alley behind K-Mart. He crept slowly down the dark, wet alley.

When he reached the end, he found a strange door with an unknown language on it. As soon as Hero put his hand on the doorknob, the cops spotted him and chased him. Hero burst through the door and closed it immediately.

Suddenly, the door disappeared. He was now in an enclosed room with blackness all around him. There was only one thing, an elevator. It was just beyond where he entered. He looked above it and saw a shiny, gold slab, just like the one in the Aerian temple. He slowly crept down the dark hallway; a light above the elevator barely lit the path.

The slab read: “Vinifia” on it. He pressed the old button, which called the elevator up.

“This language… it’s becoming readable! How am I able to read it?” Hero thought.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Hero’s heart pounded hard and fast. When he took a step inside of it, his heart pounded harder and faster than before. Then he started to cough up blood. He got really dizzy and passed out in the elevator.





After a few hours, Hero regained consciousness.

Still dizzy from passing out, he looked at the control panel inside the old, dusty elevator. He then pressed the down arrow accidentally, instead of the door open button. The elevator sped downward at an extremely fast speed.

When it reached the bottom floor, Hero flew and hit the elevator’s doors, which caused them to open.

Suddenly, Hero was paralyzed with fear. He looked around and there were thousands of dragons! He was both scared and confused.

He tried to comfort himself by looking at the beautiful scenery. It was an gorgeous island, surrounded by a vast ocean and green grass everywhere. In front of him was a giant building where all the dragons were training. He couldn’t help but be scared, because he only heard about dragons in his text books on Aeris! His eyes would look at the scenery, then look at the dragons, then look at the scenery, then look at the dragons he saw before, except they were heading towards him! He was very confused.

Then, one of the dragons walked over toward him while the rest stayed behind. The dragon was a golden color with gold hair and wore a dull yellow headband on his head. He was a light dragon. The other dragons stayed behind and watched the brave dragon approach the non-dragon looking Hero. He heard many of his comrades yell, “That’s it, Rei! You can do it!” The gold dragon walked up to him and asked, “Where are you from?”

Hero immediately covered his eyes while the dragon said, “ Hey, take it easy little guy! I’m not going to hurt you!”

The dragons had different elements for their different colors. Rei was a light dragon, the least common dragon. He was given light-based powers. Fire dragons were the most common, then water, then wind, then earth, then lightning, then darkness, and finally, the most rare, light. Judging by their colors, you can tell what kind of dragon and what elements they can use. But, as the saying always goes, you can never tell a dragon by his color.

The dragons were actually more scared then Hero was of them! Hero looked in horror as the dragon slowly approached him with his fiery eyes and thick saliva drooling down his sharp teeth! On his head, he wore the wretched headband of death! He was walking on his two, horrible legs over towards him! Hero was obviously exaggerating…

The dragon watched Hero as he slowly approached the mean, evil boy. Rei, the dragon, was scared to his wits by looking into Hero’s demonic eyes while walking slowly yet steadily toward him! He noticed thick saliva oozing down his sharp, crooked teeth! Rei was also exaggerating…

In reality, both were shaking as Rei approached Hero.

“Oh my gosh I’m going to die!” Hero thought to himself as he covered his eyes.

Then, the dragon touched Hero’s shoulder and Hero shouted, “AHHH! I’M GONNA DIE!!!”

Rei shot backwards and shouted, “OH MY GOSH HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!!!”

The crowd of dragons all shouted and flew away while Hero and Rei fell backwards to the ground.

“Ahhh! You can talk! You’re a dragon! The text books only said they could breath fire!” Hero screamed.

“Ahhh! You can talk! You’re one of the members of the Dragonslayer Order! The text books only said you could slay dragons, not talk!” Rei screamed.

AHHH!!!” both screamed simultaneously while on the ground. The dragons came back and noticed that Hero and Rei were both screaming. An orange dragon walked up and kicked Rei. She was a fire dragon.

“He’s not one of the Dragonslayer Order! He doesn’t look like it, nor wear the armor!”

Rei got up and looked at the confused-looking Hero and said, “ Umm…it’s ok, you guys. It looks like this kid just took the written exam. He’s so traumatized that he forgot he was a dragon too.”

Suddenly, a blue flame engulfed Rei. He gave a quiet shriek, and then he looked like a human! He must of transformed into a human!

“Hi, my name is Rei, what’s yours?”

Hero looked at him for a moment and then replied, “Hero. How do you look like a Aerian? I thought you were a dragon.”

“Ha ha, funny joke. I can transform myself into a HUMAN so I can disguise myself from normal humans if I choose to go to the human world. I’m not an Aerian or whatever that is. Don’t you remember?”

“Uhhh… yeah. Now I do.” Hero lied.

“Great, now why did you come from the human world? This is the island of the Dragon Order. This island, Vinifia, is located in the middle of the seven other Dragon Islands. This world is the Dragon Realm. Where did you come from?”

“Uhh… I come from the imperial city of Aegis. It‘s really far away from here.”

Rei gave him a blank stare and laughed, “Man, you are confused! Ha-ha! There’s no place on Earth called that! Nor in the Dragon Realm! Anyways, come join me for lunch. I’m sure you’ll remember everything after you eat!”

Just as he told this to Hero, Morin, one of the Dragon Order, walked up to him. He was an orange dragon with white hair. It seems all of the dragons had hair. He was a special type of fire dragon.

“Where is your master?”

Hero responded, “I… don’t have one… I guess.”

Then, Morin gave Hero the same blank stare as Rei gave Hero a while back. He glanced at Hero’s sword and asked, “Are you a dragon? You don’t look like one. Dragons do not need to carry swords. They can fight using their claws.”

Hero looked down and shook his head. Everyone nearby gasped and ran over to see Hero. Morin was paralyzed shortly after hearing this. He transformed into his dragon form and got into his fighting stance. He tried to attack Hero, but Hero backed up. Then, all the dragons tried to attack Hero. Hero dodged all of their moves and took out his sword.

“Why are you trying to hurt me?! What have I done?!” Hero asked.

“You are a member of the Dragonslayer Order! You must die!” Morin shouted.

Hero backed up and a red and orange dragon flew up and pierced his back with his claws. He was a fire dragon; the most common dragon. Hero reached behind him and felt blood. He thought, “No way. This dragon breached my armor! How could this happen? Was I ripped off?”

Then, Hero fell to the ground as dragons walked over and looked down upon him. The dragons looked at each other in shock and horror, for this had never happened before. Then, Hero fell unconscious. The dragon who hit Hero, walked up and cockily smirked, “Well, he wasn’t much. I killed him with one hit.”

Rei walked over to the unconscious Hero and touched his neck.

“Nope, he’s alive.”

The dragon ran over to Hero and shouted, “I’m going to kill this Dragonslayer!!!” while trying to kill Hero.

Thankfully, the dragons formed a crowd and held him back.

“We’ll kill him soon. Don’t you worry.” Morin replied.

Then, all of the dragons carried Hero to a nearby building. This building, was called the Dragon Order building. This is where all of the dragon masters meet to discuss anything happening in the world of the dragons. This building was huge and had several shops and rooms conveniently located near the main door which included a cafeteria, coffee shop, bookstore and a school devoted to train dragons how to fight and survive. They also had rooms for all of the dragon masters and teachers.

Two guard dragons strapped Hero to a wall in their prison and walked away. The prison was wet, dusty and smelly. It was a very damp prison; you could see the drips of water fall from the ceiling. It was found under the water systems and was sealed behind a secret door to hide it from everyone, but the Dragon Order.

Later, as soon as Hero woke up from his unconscious state, he soon realized that he was strapped to a wall outside of the Dragon Order! Hero looked around frantically and asked, “What are you doing?! Why am I tied up?!”

“Well… you’re going to die soon. The rules state that “If ever there was a Dragonslayer to enter the island of Vinifia, then the Order must slay them”.” Morin replied.

“Who wrote those rules?” Hero asked.

“I wrote them. Morin and Alrid of the Dragon Order also wrote them.” Rica explained as soon as she entered the scene. She was a yellow and blue dragon. As you could obviously tell, she was pretty old. She was a lightning dragon.

“These rules sound very “last minute”! Did you just make that up?!” Hero shouted.

Both Rica and Morin looked at each other and then Rica said, “Is this how you address one of the Dragon Order? I am far older and wiser than you are!”

“Older, yes. Stronger, no. Don’t underestimate your opponent!” Hero shouted.

Then, the red and orange dragon from earlier ran up and stabbed Hero with his sharp dragon nails!

“Don’t reply like that! Keep your mouth shut, you pathetic Dragonslayer!” he shouted.

The orange dragon, his sister who kicked Rei, ran up to him and shouted, “What are you doing?! Don’t kill him! He didn‘t do anything to us!”

“Stay out of this! We must kill this Dragonslayer! Let a REAL dragon do a real dragon’s work! The law states that if ever a Dragonslayer were to enter the island, we must slay him!” the red dragon shouted.

Hero looked at them with blood dripping out of his mouth. You could see a weird sense of insecurity in his eyes. There was also a bit of anger, confusion and sadness. It was very obvious.

“What is a Dragonslayer? I don’t want to be a Dragonslayer!” Hero shouted.

Everyone looked at him in shock. They saw that Hero truly meant this question, so the red dragon said, “You’re one. How can you not know what a Dragonslayer is? Your goal is to slay dragons and try to exterminate them!”

“I’m an Aerian! Well actually, I’m a Wyvernian. I‘ve heard of dragons from my Aerian textbooks, but I would never harm them!” Hero explained.

It was said that only two Wyvernians were born. Wyvernian means, “All is one” in the Aerian language. Hero was Wyvernian, because he was every race. Who could the other Wyvernian be?

“Yes you would. We captured you just in time so you didn’t have a chance to try anything! Why, do you think you are stronger than me, a dragon master? Ha! I except your challenge!” Rica shouted.

“Yeah! You tell him, Rica! It doesn’t matter what race you are, you could never beat master Rica! Do you agree, Ashley?” the red dragon shouted.

“Well, for once I have to agree with you, Dylan. I don’t think he could. But, I don‘t want him to die. We shouldn‘t kill him.” the orange dragon, Ashley, added.

Rica walked up and untied Hero from the wall. Rica got in her fighting stance while Hero stood still.

“Well? Aren’t you going to attack?” Rica questioned.

“How pathetic… you should know never to ask questions in battle! What kind of dragon master are you? Concentrate on the battle!” Hero shouted.

“Why you!” Rica shouted while charging at Hero.

Hero block her attack with Soul Reaper. She looked at him and noticed instead of his normal eyes, they were replaced with courageous, brave, strong, and cool. She was scared by this, because he had more determination than her!

“What’s the matter? Wyvernian got your tongue?” Hero asked cockily.

“I won’t lose to you!” Rica shouted which boosted her determination.

Hero let go of Soul Reaper and punched Rica’s stomach ten times while Soul Reaper remained in the air! Rica was still trying to push the sword back while Hero was punching her with two hands. The sword was still going at it even when Hero didn’t hold it!

“What’s… happening?!” Rica shouted.

“I used gravity to make my sword float in the air while I attack you!” Hero shouted. Then, he grabbed his sword.

“Now, I’m going to show you a move I just invented! Cross Sky Slash!” Hero shouted.

Soul Reaper then split into two swords; both of them were the same size as it, but one was made of light and the other, darkness. They were both as clear as glass, except one was yellow and the other, purple. Hero wielded the sword made of darkness in his left hand while he wielded the light version of Soul Reaper in his right.

Then, Hero jumped up in the air and dove down as Rica stood still in awe. He cross slashed Rica on the chest and she fell back. Blood shot out of her mouth as soon as she landed on the rough dirt. Hero then ran over to her and shouted, “HEAL!”

Suddenly, a white, purifying light consumed Rica. The light faded and she was perfectly healed! Dylan, the red dragon, ran over to Hero and stabbed him with his claws! Hero turned around and felt the devastating blow which successfully hit him in the stomach! Hero fell to his knees and fell asleep.

“Why did you do that?! He was healing Rica!” his sister, Ashley, shouted.

“Oh. Oh well, at least he’s dead.”

“No… I’m… NOT!” Hero shouted.

Hero got up and looked at Dylan. He shook his head and shouted, “Man, you can never die!”

Hero smiled and Rica said, “You… saved my life. Thank you.”

Then, Morin ran over to strike Hero, but then he stopped as Rei ran to Hero’s aid.

Then, Rei grabbed Hero’s arm and it turned into a white dragon’s arm! Hero and Morin were both very surprised! Hero was so surprised that he dropped Soul Reaper.

“See, there’s no need for violence… he’s one of us!” exclaimed Rei. Every dragon near by gasped and stared at Hero. Hero transformed his arm back, picked up Soul Reaper and took off running.

“Is this… the legendary dragon we’ve been searching for?” Morin asked Rei.

“I think so. I’ll check into it. After all, I’ve never seen a white dragon before.” Rei replied.

“He is. I sense his power. If we capture him, we’ll train him.” Rica added.

“I’ll take the task.” Rei replied while smiling.

While running Hero shouted, “What’s happening to me?!”

After a while, he spotted a small cavern in a waterfall. He went inside, sat down, and fell asleep. The water drops constantly dripping didn’t bother him, because he was really tired. It had been a long day for him. Hopefully, his wounds would heal that night.