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Sword God:Monarch of darkness

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The Magic sword

Xavier went ahead to take his bath, when taking his bath, he was singing melodies with smile on his face taking his bath.

And suddenly is nightmare of the demon chasing him pops up in his mind again, the bowl of water he was holding fell off his hand, his heart started pounding, then he closes his eyes and was vividly remembering his nightmare again.

The demon was having a sinister visage, with dark, leathery skin and a single twisted horn protruding from its forehead. its eyes gleam with malice, and its mouth filled with sharp, jagged teeth. It have a menacing stature, exuding an aura of malevolence and power.

"Xavier!!" His father called from inside.

"Yes.." Xavier answered as he quickly picked up the bowl from the floor, then he hurriedly took his bath.

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"Dad, Where are the products am taking to the city ''Xavier asked''.

They are on the farm, and please be on your way now the ''father'' answered.

Ok Dad.

Xavier venture into the bustling city to sell, with a sack full of farm products, slung over his shoulder, he set out at dawn, his heart brimming with hope.

The city's street steemed with life, and xavier eargerly showcased his products to passersby.

As the sun began its decent, he made his last sale of the day and went ahead to get his sword and medicine for is father.

He got the medicine along road side, and went ahead to get his sword which was his priority.

Along the forest path, he sighted a traveling swordsman, his blade gleaming in the fading light. Mesmerized by its craftmanship.

Xavier shouted ''Hey'' at the swordman and ran towards him.

On getting close to the swordsman, he looks very mysterious, his figure obscured by shadows. Intrigued, Xavier approached cautiously, only to discover that this enigmatic stranger possessed extraordinary magical abilities. With a wave of his hand, the man conjured illusions that danced around them, weaving tales of ancient powers and forgotten realms.

Intrigued by the stranger's powers, Xavier inquired about the sword he carried. To his astonishment, the man revealed that the sword was no ordinary blade; it was imbued with ancient magic, passed down through generations of skilled craftsmen and sorcerers. Its gleaming surface held secrets of battles fought and victories won, waiting to be unlocked by a worthy wielder.

Then the ''swordsman said to xavier ''I can see you want the sword.

''Yes i do, but i don't think i can afford it.

"I don't need your money young boy, for you to acquire this sword you must have certain powers to have access to the magic of this sword.

''I will give you a book which will help you train with the sword.

''But!!…The sword must be returned after 10 Years.

''Xavier Agreed.

And the sword was handed over to him, then the sword man left. He was very surprised but at the same time Overwhelmed with Joy, realizing that his chance encounter in the forest had bestowed upon him not just a weapon, but a tool of destiny.

As he continued his journey home, he couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to be forever changed by the magic that now lay at his side.

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In the city of Avalon, They are seven powerful magicians that came together to form a secret Coven called the "G7".

The "G7"….They fight for peace, and they sees and sense any demonic creature that wants to attack them or any of there neighboring villages before it happens and find ways to fight and close thier portal Permanently.

They led humans to fight the first coming of the shadow beast and they conquered.

A young man with handsome facial features sat in front of a round table, surrounded with six chairs, and they were all occupied with five men putting on a black leather jacket, black pants and brown leather shoes. And a lady with black long hair and Red sleeveless gown.

The young man said, "The reason i called for this meeting urgently is that, i heard a nightmare that the last shadow portal opened, and shadow beasts came out and attacked the small farmer village close to us.

"Shadow beast?, A man across the table asked surprisingly in shock.

"The shadow portal can't open again we already conquered them many years ago."the man said.

The door opened and a young boy burst into the room, my name is John, his breath ragged and labored, urgently exclaiming, 'The neighboring village has been attacked by shadowbeasts!'"

One of them gently placed a hand on the john's shoulder and said, "Hey, john, take a deep breath. It's okay. We want to help, but we need to understand what's going on. Can you please calm down and explain to us what happened in the neighboring village? Take your time, we're here for you."

They help him regulate his emotions and communicate more effectively. He shared the details of the situation calmly and clearly.

I told you guys i heard a nightmare of beast attacking the neighboring village, The young man Said to them.

Lets go!!!….They all shouted and picked up thier sword for fight.

Upon arriving at the village, John and The G7's were greeted by an eerie silence that hung heavily in the air. The usual sounds of life were conspicuously absent, replaced only by the haunting whispers of the wind. As they cautiously ventured further into the village, their worst fears were confirmed.

Everywhere they looked, the village lay in ruin. Homes were reduced to rubble, and signs of struggle were evident in the debris-strewn streets. But what chilled them to the core was the absence of any signs of life. Not a single villager could be found.

With a heavy heart, John led his companions through the desolate streets, each step echoing in the silence. It was then that they stumbled upon the gruesome evidence of the shadow beasts' rampage. Bodies lay scattered throughout the village, their lifeless forms mute testimony to the mercilessness of the attack.

As they surveyed the scene, a somber realization settled over them: the shadow beasts had indeed laid waste to the village, leaving nothing but death and destruction in their wake. And now, in the oppressive quiet of the aftermath, John and his companions could only stand in silent mourning for the lives lost to the merciless onslaught of the shadow beasts.