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@Cecil

The world that this story is set in is one of great turmoil. The world has war, friendship, and love. The kingdoms around the land stand above the the hills and mountains. The story of our starts in a small home of a knight. A girl with pink hair sits on her knees. She had been crying. Her father was one of the many knights that protected the kingdom around them. The girl wipes her eyes as she looks at a blade in her hand. The blade was one of great steel. It had red and lighter greens on the blade and the hilt. She held the blade as she cries. Her father had been killed in action. He had been fighting a unknown enemy. The girl had vowed to get revenge.

charlotte looks at her father sword as she stands and looks at a picture of her father. She takes a deep breath as she goes and grabs a bag and goes tot he door. She was going to go and find her father’s killer. She slipped the bag on before sheathes the sword. She pulls a small hood from her cloak over her head. She starts on finding the killer. She travels from her own home town to the last town he was at. As she was walking she got jumped by bandits. She had been taught how to use a sword by her father yet she wasn’t prefect. She swung the sword but left herself open to one of the bandits. He sees this as he lundges with his small short sword. The time starts to move slowly as her eyes widen. She would also die. She thought. @Cecil

It had been a couple of days since the girl, who he presumed to be his previous wielder's daughter, grabbed him off of the wall and left her home for whatever reason. She had gotten herself into some trouble with some bandits, a common sight in this region, and was.. wielding him poorly against them. Suddenly, the sword twisted in her hand, her arm being jerked upward to deflect the sword aimed at her chest. "That's not how you fight with a sword, girl. You're leaving yourself wide open." A stern male voice suddenly appeared in her mind. "Keep your sword in front of you. Keep it across that line between you and your opponent. It's a lot harder for them to get an attack in if you do." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte jumps back alittle as she stares at her sword. But she couldn’t really think about that right now. She does what the sword say and she blocks the attacks. The bandits once against tries to get her yet he can’t. He and the others back off and moves to go and get someone else that is more easier target. She looks at her sword and says “did you just…” she says before shaking her head “no no that id not possible..” she says as she sheafes the sword and gulps. She starts to walk down the path just mumbling about how the sword and how it couldn’t have talked. “There is no way…” @Cecil

"Of course I just talked. What, do you think I'm just a normal sword that's been passed down for generations? Did your father not tell you about his weapon? That's surprising. I'm a magical sword, girl. And i'm guessing you've picked me up because something terrible has happened, since your father was intending to teach you how to use me someday." @💕Blue💕

she stops and sighs. “No…he didn’t say you were magic…he..he’d died.” She says as she continues to walk. She has to make it to town before nightfall. She looks at the sun. Was setting. She knew if she hurried she could make it and get a inn room. She sighs as she says “I thought you were a normal sword…but no I had to pick the sword with a old guy in it!” She says to herself as she starts to jog. Her mind goes to her father and the last lesson. He held the sword she has now. She held a smaller lighter one. They were practicing. Just nice easy practice and dueling. She bites her lip as she almost starts to cry. She couldn’t cry. She had to be strong to find the person or thing that killed her farhwr. @Cecil

"Well, that's certainly rude!" The voice from the sword huffed. "If you knew anything about my history, you'd understand that I don't age. My metal is reinforced by magic, which means that i'll remain sharp and am very difficult to break. But that doesn't mean that you should try!" He remembered the girl, from when her father was teaching her how to fight. She didn't seem to remember everything that he tried to teach her, but she knew enough to not die immediately. Just.. almost immediately. @💕Blue💕

Charlotte looks at the sword and sighs. She shakes her head and says “how was I supposed to know? I haven’t ever talked to a sword before!” She rolls her eyes as she walks and finally gets into town. She relaxes her shoulders as she walks into the town and tries to find a bed for the night. She finds the local inn and traven. The place is a busy one. There was gaurds, fishermen, travelers, farmers, and many other people drinking and singing to the local folk songs. Charlotte goes and find the bar and inn keeper and gets a room squared away. She takes the key that the older man hands her and as she turns she bumps into a gaurd. The guard turns and his eyes widen. He knew her. “Charlotte? Charlotte Ross…you are William Ross daughter?! What are you doing here?” The male says as he pulls her into a smaller private room. She wrips her arm out of his grasp. “I am looking for revenge for my fathers death…no one is telling me why or how or who killed him!” She says and the male sighs. “Look you cant be going out and attacking people!” She rolls her eyes. “I am not a child! I know the last town he went to. I am going there to find out what happened!” She says as she pushes away form him and goes to her room. She sits on the bed once she had locked the door behind her. She sighs as she rubs her face. @Cecil

"Most people haven't. It's something you all struggle with in the first month." He remarked with amusement. "If you expect to find out who killed him by just asking, you likely won't get far. I doubt many people know who killed him and why they did it, though going to his last known location's not a bad idea.." The sword mused. "Though the guard is correct. Going around and attacking people's only going to get you in trouble. If you intend on bringing your father's killer to justice, you'll need proof." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte looks at her sword and moves it to the other side of the room. “Just….shut…i..sigh i have to find him. I will give my life to find what happened…” she says as she looks at him. “Can you see…like what is around you…” she says softly as she starts to take off her armor on her outfit. Once she is done she is left in just a plain shirt and long pants. “I need to know before I change into my night clothes..” she says as she locks the window and the door and moving a extra chair to block the door. @Cecil

"Hopefully you won't have to give your life for it. If you do, it means that i'll be stuck in some bandit's hands, and that's not really ideal." The voice appeared in her head again. "In my current state, I sense what is around me through rough shapes. I don't see in the same way you do. I can tell that you are a person, but not what you look like." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte looks at the sword and sighs. “You dont have eyes…right..” she says softly to herself. She changes into her night outfit. It wasn’t much different that her normal clothes. But they were softer being made out of silk. The ties up her hair and lays on the bed. She sighs as she looks at the ceiling. “How can you talk to me…since my dad…since he wont be able to tell me..can you tell me your history?” She says softly. She still missed her father. She would find his killer. She would get revenge. She sits up and moves so she is leaning agains the wall. She looks at the sword and says “do you have a body? Like what did you look like before you were…a sword..?” @Cecil

"I'm a sword. Of course I don't have eyes." The voice sighed. "I was once a powerful warrior, wielding many weapons as I killed all those who stood in my path to glory. That was, until a band of creative goblins managed to set a trap for me, filling me with poisoned arrows and looting my corpse. A wandering spell-smith found me, and weaved my soul into the blade of a sword. That spell-smith was your ancestor, and i've been an heirloom of your family since." Suddenly, the image of a man flashed in her mind. "..And now you know what I looked like." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte looks at the blade as she sees the image. He was handsome. She shakes her head. She sighs and pulls the blanket up and over herself. “Would you ever want to be human again..” she asks as she yawns. She curls up as she listens. She was clearly tired. She had been walking and fighting for the past few night. So sleeping in a bed was a luxury that she needed. She looks at the sword and tries to imagine him as a human. Sitting there in the chair he was leaned against. “Do you have a human form or just a sword?” She asks as she lays down and curls up. She was awake but falling quickly. @Cecil

"I can't be human again. I was dead. Am dead." She got the vague sense of a head being shaken. "As for a human form.. I can project a physical form that allows me to 'exist' in a space, but that requires a strong bond with my wielder, since it uses their mana to sustain it." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte nods she closes her eyes. “Well…maybe one day I will be able to see you in a physical form…” she says before she passes out alseep. Her breathing was strong and light. She sleeps though the night softly. She seems to have a few nightmare but she doesn’t wake up till morning. The morning sun comes though the window. She sits up and yawns. She gets her clothes and changes before grabbing the sword and putting him on her hip. She starts to pack and makes her way out of the traven. She walks though the small town and finds their farmers market. She buys some fruit and others food items. With that she starts her way to the road. She yawns as she eats some of the apples she got. “So do you have like different weapons or are you jsut a sword…” she asks softly as she walks. @Cecil

Being a sword, he did not 'sleep' traditionally. Instead, he entered a deep meditation, where he lived through thousands upon thousands of training exercises that he had gone through or been a weapon during. It's how his mind was kept sharp. When she asked her question, he stirred again. "..Depending on the will of my wielder, I can become any weapon. It takes a lot of focus, though, so resting in my original form is the simplest for me." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte nods as she walks. She hums and says “so…since we will be fighting…maybe we should train?” She says as she passes a field. It was a wild flower field. She sighs as she thinks back to her mother and father bringing her to a similar place. She would run trying to get all of the flowers that had been hurt and damaged. She looks at the sword and walks into the field. She finds a tree to set her stuff down and takes off some of her heavier clothes. “Should we train? I mean i have to get better fighting anyway..” she says as she takes the sword out of its protective sheath. “What do you say?” @Cecil

"We'll start with simple forms. Get into your fighting stance." He replied immediately. "Draw the sword and hold it at the ready. Imagine you have an opponent directly in front of you." @💕Blue💕

She does just this. Her led stance is alittle wide as he closes her eyes to imagine a enemy. She takes a deep breath as she opens her eyes still “seeing” the person. “Ok…what now.” She says softly. She wanted to get better. She wanted to learn. She knew she had too to find her fathers killer. @Cecil

"Your stance is a bit wide. Plant your feet, cross that 'line' with the sword to protect your body. I want you to do a simple slash with the sword, let it be an extention of your arm. Make a fluid motion cross the line, but keep it under control." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte fixes her stance and looks at the sword. She could swear she saw a man. She blinks and focuses. “Right..” she does what he tells her to do. It was alittle choppy but not too bad.

04:51

@Cecil

"..Not terrible. Could use from work. Your grip's a little too tight, and you're not letting your arm flow. Again." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte gulps as she does the attack again and again. She kept doing the attack till he was happy with it. Her body was getting more relax as she lossened up. She wipes away some sweat and says “how was that…” she takes some deep breathes and sighs.

07:41

@Cecil

"Better. Now, a thrust attack. A slash is better against flesh, but if your foe is heavily armored, you need to be able to stab through the weakpoints of the armor, usually around the joints. Try it now." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte takes a deep breath and does what he tells her. She was pretty shaky on this one. The sword was a tiny bit heavy for her lighter build. She backs up and tries again and again. Each time wobbling alittle less but that wobble doesn’t go away. @Cecil

"It needs some work. A thinner, lighter sword would be better for you right now. Or you could just grow stronger with practice. I want a series of slashes. Keep yourself guarded, but keep the offense up." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte grips the sword and takes a deep breath. She lets it go as she does the slashes. She does them over and over again. She doesnt stop till they are almost perfect. Her arms were shaking slightly as she does another slash. This time she falls to her knees as her legs were weak and tired. They have been out in the field for about 3 hours and the sun was at the highest point in the sky. She wipes her face as she sits against the tree and rubs her muscles. @Cecil

*"Take a little while to rest. Then, we can continue. If you intend to become a powerful warrior, at least enough to avenge your father, you need to grow much stronger. I'll be able to get you to the point of being a fine swordswoman." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte nods as she leans against the tree. She closes her eyes as she rubs her neck. A family passes her and they wave. She waves back as she takes some snacks out of her bag. She eats some of them before standing and grabbing the sword. she grabs her bag and gets all of her stuff. Once she has this she starts to head to a safer space to camp out the night. She finds a cave. She sets up her bedding and starts a fire. She hums as she watches the sunset. She looks at the sword that she had leaned against her bag. “..how long did you know my dad? What is only after my grandfather died or…” she says as she turns away and hugs her knees close. “I miss him..” she says softly. @Cecil

"I met your father when your grandfather passed me down to him. Normally, I get passed down before the death of my previous wielder. This is.. an abnormal case." After several moments, the sword spoke again. "Your father was a good man and a fine warrior. You have great potential." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte smiles as she nods. “Right yeah..” she holds her knees tighter and closes her eyes. She just listens. To the grass blowing, the insects of the night chirping. She sits very still for a long time before she opens her eyes and stands. “I will be back..there is a river just down the hill, I am going to bath..” she says as she grabs her night clothes and some other things. She doesn’t grab the sword. @Cecil

When she stood, his attention turned back to her from his musings. "..Very well." He wasn't offended by her not picking up the weapon. After all, it's not like she was planning on killing anything while she was bathing. People didn't need to carry weapons with them while cleaning themselves, after all. When she walked away, he returned back to his own memories of when he was fighting alongside her father. Those were.. good times, even if they felt they were so long ago. He had fought with dozens of Ross ancestors, but her father.. Was one of the ones who stood out in his mind. @💕Blue💕

Charlotte walks to the nearby river and she undreses. She rolls her neck as she sets into the river and starts to bath. She hums alittle as she thinks about what her life has become. She sighs and washes herself. She gets dressed again and moves back to the cave. She sits by the fire and warms up. She hums as she looks at the stars. “Do you miss being human?” She asks the blade. She wanted to know. She wanted to learn more about the sword and her family. “Do you have any stories of my family?” @Cecil

As she questioned him on his history and her family's history, the spirit went silent for a time. He had been in this sword for a long, long time.. And he couldn't really remember what it had been like to have his own flesh and blood. "..No, I don't miss being human. I've experienced more in this form than I ever could have in my body. I wouldn't trade this for dying after seventy years or so." As for what he remembered about her family.. "Your family has always been honorable warriors of varying skill. There was this time that your father and I were tracking down a necromancer and his minions.. We found signs of his rot on the world for weeks before we finally managed to catch up to him. He had many, many undead gathered from the entire region, meaning we had to cut through well over fifty corpses in our way. By the time that we made it to the death mage, your father was exhausted. That's when I had to block a blast of death magic, saving his life, allowing him to catch his breath and drive my blade through his enemy's chest." Azemar spoke of the memory like it was normal for him to experience these kinds of things.. @💕Blue💕

She smiles and leans into her arms at she sits curled up by the fire. “That sounds amazing…my father never told me about this..” she says softly as she looks at the sword. She tries to see what he would look like. She hums as she takes the sword and looks at him. She stands and decides to pratcie. She swings over and over. She breathes out and in softly as she pratcie the swings. She closes her eyes and lets the sword lead her. She would move in connected movements as she dances around the fire with the sword. She wanted her father there. She wanted to have her father teacher her. But this sword is the next best thing. She does this for alittle but before she sets the sword down and sits against the cave wall. She lightly closes her eyes and soon falls asleep. @Cecil

"There are many stories I have from your lineage. After all, being an heirloom many generations old has its perks." As she trained, he would give her tips on how to improve her form, or criticize her on how she was leaving herself open when she swung. All things considered, she was picking up on the skills rather quickly- Ross blood flowed through her veins, after all, and the Ross family had always been warriors of varying degrees. When she went to sleep, however, the sword was left to his own thoughts, being unable to sleep as a spirit without a body. So, the night was long and empty for him. @💕Blue💕

Tw: combat, violence, blood and gore

Charlotte would wake up and stretch her body. The king training the night before had left her pretty sore. She rolls her neck before grabs her outfit and slipping it on. She wanted to make it to the main city. The training post where her father last sent her a letter. The girl sits before taking out a map and looking on how far they had to go. She sighs and looks at the sword. She knew that the best and safest way was the main road..but there was a small shortcut that would cut the travel time down by hours. Instead of take 2 days it would only take them a day and half the night. Charlotte fianlly speaks “should we take the main path or the shortcut?” She asks the sword. She didn’t realize how important having some with her would be. When Charlotte started this trip she was prepared to be alone for the whole thing. But now she had at least a aquanice to talk and plan with. The young women ties her hair back as she waits for the swords answer. @Cecil

"The main roads are likely to be safer overall." The spirit inhabiting the sword responded promptly. "How much time will the shortcut save us? As far as I know, we're not on a time crunch, so playing it safe would be a good idea. Especially with your relative inexperience when it comes to adventuring." Too often, daring adventurers would recklessly abandon the path in search of fortune and glory, delving into the hostile wilds, only to get gutted by the bandits and monsters that live beyond the fringes of society. If she listened to his advice, hopefully she could avoid that fate. @💕Blue💕

Charlotte looks at the map and smiles “the short cut will save us about a day and a half.” Her eyes focused on the road and the paths of the map. “If we don’t take the short cut I will have to try and hunt for soemthing…my rations are low..” her voice soft but he would be able to hear her. She sighs as she takes her pack and looks at the inside of it. She counts her rations and supplies. She had enough for all the days except one. “I have enough for everyday but one…” her mind was torn as she looked at the map and back to her bag. She didn’t know what to do. The short cut was though open plains and a light forest. The road went around this forest and added another day due to this. @Cecil

"Hm." The spirit seemed to be thinking for a time. What would be the best course of action? There was the option to split up the rations and spread them out through an extra day or two, but that would lead to discomfort and discourage the rookie adventurer.. "If you think you can handle the short cut, then we can go down that path. But be careful, for the moment you step off that road, you will be entering a place that is much more dangerous than sticking to it. You will need to be ready to face anything." @💕Blue💕

Charlotte spent another couple of moments considering her options. She knew this decision would be better for her father if he was the one on this trip. She wanted to live up to what he had done in his life time, however short it was. She sighs as she spoke to Azemar. “Well…i do value your imput. But I believe that we can handle the terrors that might fall on us if we take this short cut. We save time and food as well as get me more experience with you as my sword.” Her voice was confident as she spoke to the sword leaning agains her bag. She starts to pack up as she thinks to herself if she dies…she knows that her father would be proud. @Cecil

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