THE NAMELESS MAGIS-SWORDS PT2

To say his parents were shocked was an understatement, his siblings although joyful at the development couldnt fathom his actions, his men who had pledged their lives to his family prepared to follow him but he rejected them without a second thought, when they asked why he only had this to say to them

"when I was 12 I used the skills I had polished my entire life to protect those who couldnt protect themselves, that was the first time I felt fulfilled I felt worthy of my powers I want to always feel worth of them, I've protected my family my home and my country, i want to see how much more I can protect"

it didn't make sense, not to them at least but there was nothing they could do to stop him defeating them all together was childs play if they chose to attack him and he had an official decree from the king to end his service at the capital and pursue whatever he felt like he was free of any obligations from both law and man, all he needed to bow to was himself, and so he saddled a horse on his person he had nothing but a spear, a sword, a dagger and a couple of coins his clothes were plain and his steed was the most unassuming one this family could provide at first glance he looked like a naive child rushing to death and suffering but on closer inspection one would see a man with a resolve of steel and the ability to carry it out, or so he thought.

His adventures started pleasantly enough, he made it to a city where he got a guild card that made it easier to move around and traversed the continent looking for where to put his talents to and places like that were aplenty, he fought pirates off the coast of the 'rough island' not a true island but a collection of ships and blots of land created by earth magic and held together by magicians affiliated with the criminals who owned the island, he hunted down slaver's in the 'great red plains' the largest desert in the world but what he was most known for was his achievements in the war with the Laplace cult, a religion that had been outlawed for its central beliefs for Laplace was the god of sin and spread the belief that sin was as natural as virtue and only true neutrality can one be free, a few of his followers had a different veiw on neutrality and went in the extreme left partaking in the most despondent of acts while praising Laplace or rather using him as an excuse, Laplace himself had his essence destroyed 74 years ago but a contingent of his followers which included several Don's had found a means of resurrecting him and so problems started anew, problems that were soon sorted by him.

He was touted a hero by all the land an act that only came to bite him in the ass because you see now that everyone knew who he was his oldest brother who had taken over as head of the family had seen it fit to proclaim to all the world that that was his younger brother, whether his actions were out of pride or profit we'll never know, as word got out the remnants of defeated foes saw this as the perfect opportunity to seek revenge and so they gathered what they could but what they could was enough his family guard fell his house fell and the kingdom he served faithfully fell it king and queen brutally murdered after surrendering his kin put through all sorts of shame and degradation before being publicly executed and their bodies left to rot, he rushed to the scene of his families fall and when he saw what had happened to them his rage was something to behold, he fought like a mad man slaughtering left and right until an Arcanum user stepped up end him once and for all he resisted desperately but could not put up much of a fight and as his death was all but assured that was when he awakened it his own Arcanum, luck was on his side as he was able to gain sufficient insight into his arcanum to end the life of his opponent but when he had finished with him he was met with many more Arcanum users some on an even higher level, he looked to his opponents thinking his life was finally at an end when out the blue his own allies who had heard the tale appeared to assist him, with renewed fervour and those he could trust by his side he fought back once more but he and his allies soon found out that this fight was much harder than their previous battles for one simple reason their enemies were organised, before the war started it was obvious he and his allies were at a numbers disadvantage so in order to fix that he proposed the act of cutting off information between the cult forcing each group small in number to work independently making them easier to bring down but now all nearly of their members were present and their principal members were taking charge and doing so effectively as such the battle soon came to a draw and by dawn a meeting was proposed one in which their previous enmity would be forgotten and both sides would walk away with the wounds they got but have no reason to fear further retribution, he protested adamantly If this was agreed to rapists,blood thirsty murders and other evil sorts would be allowed to walk away Scot free and worst of all his family, his people all the others they had harmed would never find peace, his arguement fell on deaf ears as his superiors and comrades agreed without convincing necessary

"it was peace we fought for"

they said

"a hollow victory is still a victory"

they said

"I'm sorry for you I really am but this is the best we can hope for"

they said

'we didnt start this fight with any thought of winning we did it because the opposition was wrong and someone had to stand up to them it was all of you that told me this, I lost everything because I believed in this cause i still believe in this cause but your willing to accept a draw after all that has happened'

he said, screaming the past part out but when he looked to the faces of his supposed brothers in arms he couldnt find one who shared his sentiment, and why should they hadn't lost anything in the fighting as fierce as, almost none of them contributed like he had and those that did were Don's and Arcanum users that had all that mattered to them well protected, they were all tired of dealing with a situation they felt was only related to them in the most remote of ways and wanted out, this was their out, knowing he would get help here he tried somewhere else, the midst of the masses who adored him most of them being the victims of the cult he fought against people who considered him their champion, he told them of how the war ended hoping they would see the injustice and help pressure his comrades into fighting the good fight but instead they only took the good out of the news and dammed the rest, the fighting was over that was all they needed to know and with that they began to celebrate, he pleaded to them directly but was met with a cold response

"why would you the war to begin anew"

"why cant you be happy the fighting is over"

"you're not the only one who lost something, why are you acting as if you suffered the most"

their gentle admonition soon turned into into harsh rebukes as he was forced to flee before harm came to him, he wandered from place to place begging but no one heard his plea and promised aid most didnt even see him, in his efforts he neglected the duties that one brought him fame and joy and his name began to fade from people's memory, as he sunk deeper into despair he tied to use alcohol to cover his wounds, slowing he grew more and more addicted burying the once great man who once had a great destiny filth attached to him as well as shame and he lost the will to live for anything other than another skin of wine.

It's been 10 years now he sat at a corner port town called Delhadis often called yam town as they found of producing tubers, yams especially, drowning himself in booze he just bought with the last of his funds pick pockets, urchins and actual robbers eyes him warily as when ever their sights got to sharp for his taste he let out a sliver of his killing intent, a sliver for him but to them walking into the mouth of a dragon would have been less foolhardy than to piss him off, he was almost done with his drink after wards he would have to go to the guild hall to take another quest if he was going to buy more but quests were becoming harder to find as the employers would take one look at him before wrinkling their noses in disgust and asking the guild employees whether they were trying to scam them, while contemplating his next move he sensed a presence, a powerful one coming right his way, he let out more of his killing intent with his aura mixed in with it, the presence faltered for a bit before pressing on this time countering with a bit of it's own mana, with every step he let out more and and the presence matched him every time, he racked his half drunk brain for what could have caused such a powerful person to approach him, he didnt remember owing anyone like this money and even if they were strong it was unlikely they were coming to socialize just because of that, be looked up to see his stalker, he was young about 20 and the most handsome man he had ever seen with her black hair fell down in waves that seems to glisten and azure blue eyes that were both smart and charming straight faced but he did not smile, instead he looked at me with wonder, when he was but a foot away from me he spoke

"Damien Brightburn"

he knew my name, whatever intentions he had were likely bad, I fumbled for a dagger hidden behind my cloak and was extremely surprised when I heard his next words

"you're my hero"