3 The Sword

Today is the day i turn 5 years old, I have been training with my dad for two years now. he is very strict when it comes to training but other than that he is amazing, he is the true definition of a warrior king honestly i want to be just like him.

"Xion its time for bed. you have a very important play date tomorrow, she is gonna be your wife one day" my mom says.

"But I don't want to go to bed yet, I'm training mom please don't make me go to sleep yet, I want to be strong just like dad mom please". i pleaded

"Boy listen to your mother, there is plenty of time for you to become as strong as me, or even stronger my son". My dad raved with a huge smile on his face.

later that night I had a very strange dream about the sword I received 4 years ago. It felt like it was calling out to me begging for my blood, and for me to wield it, I woke up, but what I seen wasn't my bed but it was the room they had my sword locked up in. I walked closer to the sword as I felt it pulling me towards it, as i got closer i could feel the air getting heavier and the room getting colder.

the hilt of the sword was a beautiful sky blue, and deep crimson red, and had twin dragon heads attacking the blade.the blade was as white as the ground on Christmas morning.