Duel Blade: Ch.1

"Aaaaaa!" The scream of some poor soul as they saw the being that would take their life. It was that scream of terror that woke the young man sleeping in basement of what use to be a two story house. As he looked around in a dazed state, another scream snapped him back to his senses, reminding him of what was going on around his

He sat there making the fire for his meal. After the fire was going, he put on a pot of water on to boil. As he sat there preparing his meal, he began to try to make sense of what happened the day before when he saw those images. "None this makes any sense. How can these memories help me." As he sat there in silence, a thought popped into his head. "The last thing I did before I saw those images was stare at this pendent. Maybe that's what triggered the memories." He held the pendent in in his palm and gazed at it like before. Nothing. "I don't get it. I still sense the energy coming from it, so why is it not working." He tried many times, but each time ended in the same result. He leaned back against the wall and sighed, "I give up, it's not working. I guess it'll work when the time is right, so there's no need to worry about it."

WHEWWW! At that sharp sound, the young man grabbed his duel blades and began searching for the source of the noise, ready to defend himself if necessary. After a few seconds he realized it was the pot of water; it was boiling and the steam was escaping from the lid. he relaxed, releasing his grip on his swords and letting fall to his side. He walked over to the pot and sat next to it. He pulled out a pack of instant ramen and poured some of the water in the cup. He split his chop sticks in half and paused to give thanks.

It was then, for the first time he really considered to state the world is in. The world is in ruin. The war is still going on with no end in sight. It is a war between Heaven and Hell. It is a war that has nothing to with humanity, yet we are the ones who are suffering the most the most. It is a war that we didn't want. It is war that destroyed our world.

As he thought of all this, he realized how bad things were. This invoked a feeling of sorrow and despair. It was these thoughts that ran through his mind as he ate his meal. After he finished, he packed his bag in in preparation to leave his safe house. Finally he strapped the sheathes of his two swords on his back, crossing each other and after looking at the two blades, sheathed them. Ready, he braced himself the day that was to come.