Prologue 4 - Finale II

"How strong? I don't know." The kid said.

"In your chest there should be a plane where your power seems to stem from. Right?"

"Right."

"Ok, on the human side, how many stars are there?" Wayne asked trying to coach the kid.

"Umm, there is 2."

"What about the other side with the fist?"

"2 but there is another star coming." The kid said. Wayne couldn't help but stand in awe, thinking just what has this kid been through to allow him to progress so quickly. "By the way, sir its your turn." The kid said to Wayne.

"Umm, I... can I not have what he got?" Wayne asked. Although the baron truly did not seem to be in any danger. Wayne could see his body heating up and could hear a groan of discomfort every once in a while. 

"Well, sure but, I mean. Oh, I could give you one of those." Seemingly enlightened to a new idea the kid disappeared right in front of his eyes. When the kid returned he came in holding a stick. No, it looked more like a branch shaped in the form of a hilt. 

"This is... its a 2-star weapon? What, how, who?" Wayne couldn't even speak straight seeing the weapon he would receive. What grace is this?

"I call it the Deadwood, Bright Sky sword." The kid said with a brilliant and smug smile across his face. This was his first chance to show off his abilities to anyone aside from the old man, mean uncle, and the other orphans. Is he a little vain? Maybe, but so what.

"This... wait, why do you call it a sword." Wayne asked confused as he could only see a hilt.

"Hahaha, here hold it." As Wayne took hold of the sword, it seemed to writhe and contort until it perfectly fit his hands. "Ok, now I only learned one move with this one, so you have to figure out the rest on your own and find how to use it good. So you point it up and slash down like this and yell bright sky slash!" Listening to the kids, child-like explanation, Wayne would normally be suspicious but he was barely paying attention at the moment.

As soon as he raised the hilt in his hand storm clouds began to gather for miles. The power of the sword compounded by the natural affinity to storms of its wielder. Of which only the kid knew due to his eyes.

Hearing the commotion, all the soldiers awoke and rushed to the scene as fast as possible. Confused as to where the baron and Wayne had gone. could they be under attack?

As they got there all they saw was the baron on the ground writhing in pain with a smile on his face and tears? Plus, a Wayne whose eyes where glowing lightning blue with sparks emitting from them. And a kid looking on with other spirits in great amusement. 

"Where did this storm come from?"

"What is going on, here?"

"What is going on with the Baron?" 

"What happened to captain Wayne?" They all asked the kid.

"Some of yawl tried to steal from me. They stopped them. I gave them gifts." The kid said as if what was happening was completely normal. The soldiers didn't dare to make a move realizing that the kid had control of hundreds of spirits, that they saw. If he really wanted them dead. They would be.

Soon, the baron stood up, his eyes having regained their clarity. As he stretched his newly redefined and invigorated muscles one could hear the roar of a ferocious beast erupt from him. He soon looked to the kid with new found wonder for where this kid could have come from. As in his talk with the hermit, a strange woman, whom he believed to be on the run, came and asked the hermit to take the child in before disappearing. 

"Thank you, son. I could not ask for a better gift than to speak to my uncle once again. Lest he walk with me from here forward. Thank you." The baron said with sincere gratitude. As the kid had given him the spirit of a Firestarter alongside the spirit of his uncle Ulysses S. Simpson. 

When Ulysses was young he was a great general fighting for his father. Yet, when he and Count Simpson were defeated he blamed himself and received a grave illness. So he left to become a hermit serving his penance by receiving the abandoned children and raising them here. 

"What happened, to Wayne?" The baron asked.

"He didn't want what I gave you so I gave him a sword." The kid said. "Right now I believe he is as you say, ummm... comprehending. Trying to learn how to control its power. Oh wait, here it comes. Ooo, it looks like he found something. Oh, dang, I need a pen and paper. If it's a new move I have to write this down." The kid said as a turtle like spirit handed him a brush and turned around for the kid to write on him.

*Deadwood Bright sky - First form - Skyfall*

As Wayne activated the move, it seemed as if the wrath of the heavens were bearing down on the surroundings and its occupants. The building and the glass ceiling and windows all began to creak under the stress. Many soldiers could no longer even stand on their feet. In the presence of great power they felt as if their heart stop at any second. It became hard to breathe for even the Baron. Lightning descended through the glass roof of the ceiling scattering fragments of glass around the room. 

Landing perfectly upon the hilt and forming a blade of lightning. From the blade the lightning began to slither all over Wayne's body as if a snake. Violent strikes erupting every second or two randomly striking in his immediate vicinity looking for a target to smite.

*Deadwood Bright Sky - Second Form - Storm Stab* 

As Wayne whipped his sword and stabbed forward an arc of lightning tore through the air destroying the door to the orphanage and tearing through the perimeter of the forest. evaporating everything in its path not strong enough to receive it. 

After the power of the strike faded, the storm clouds ran away as Wayne no longer had the power or the energy to hold them together and he began to sway as if he had been fighting for 40 days and 40 nights. 

"Captain Wayne." The soldiers yelled out as one of them caught him and held him up. 

"Wow, if captain can do that in a battle he will be near god-like."

"Yeah, if his sword pointed forward, who would stand to receive it. Ow, why did you hit me."

"Quit saying inappropriate things." The soldiers were in disorder after seeing that strike. Never having seen a person wield a ranked weapon, let alone seeing a 2-star fighter wield a 2-star blade, they were dumbstruck.

"Wayne, how do you feel?" The baron asked, as a silly grin came over Wayne's face.

"If I had this blade when we were younger our spars would have never been so lopsided." Wayne said in drained elation.

"Oh, baron. I forgot you'll need to draw the same sigil I gave you on your kids heads and then they'll be able to enter the forest. Don't forget to bring books all kinds please." The kid said. 

"Thanks, once again. Men grab the weapons, pay the kid, and let's go home. We have a war to prepare for."

"Yeeahh!!!!"

"Simpson!"

"Simpson!"

"Simpson!"

"By the way kid, what's your name?" The baron asked, having forgotten to ask all night.

"They call me.... Jeans."