Auron stood on the local basketball court. His clothes were fitting for this scenario, but his wooden sword wasn't. He had been striking basketballs around with the sword, his skill intense. He then began to chant softly, his body beginning to glow a black Aura.
"The moon, she cries, the sun, he weeps..." he began, his sword glowing now.
"The days, they shriek, the nights, they howl! Slam! Black Sabre!" He sent the sword to the ground, a thick black beam of energy lashing outward, destroying the entire court in seconds. Auron sighed heavily, his body worn. He sheathed(if you can call it that, the sword is wooden after all) his blade and snuck away, leaving the destruction to be found by another. He entered his home again, and lay out in the bed, waiting for the other Auron to awake.
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Chronicles of the Cardinal Blade........
I love music, and writing fantasy. This journal will be excerpts from a recent fantasy novell involving an old japenese samurai.
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