It's Your Turn Now

Europe, Salingr Museum. This was a medium scale museum mainly visited by the locals here. The place was famous in this city but rarely outsiders came all the way here to visit it. Today, students from a school in the neighboring city were here in a trip.

A teacher with black hair and glasses wearing a white shirt was leading his class through the spacious museum, explaining the origin and history behind every item they saw. Only about half of the class was listening though, the others were busy chatting with their friends or "sneakily" using their phones.

*Sigh*

A student who was in the back of the class with his hands on his pocket and not chatting with anyone sighed. He was Blake Stragas, a average sixteen years old student. He had brown hair, black eyes and his skin was a bit pale because of the lack of sunlight. His expression was a mix of boredom and a bit of loneliness.

'Why I am even here?'

Blake was an only child with just his mother on the family. He had no idea what the hell happened to his father and never bothered to ask, since he was pretty sure the guy left on his own. He was raised by his mother ever since he was a child. His mother had recently passed away of illness, leaving him alone on this world since he had no other family members left. He was emancipated since he was sixteen years old and was living alone in their old house.

That was a week and a half ago and he had been absent of school for a an entire week. His history teacher, the one who was leading the class right now, saw that he was still with low spirits with what happened to his mother and suggested him to go together in this school trip to a museum.

Blake still doesn't know what was wrong with their history teacher, who tried to cheer someone up by bringing them to a museum, or with him, who agreed anyway. He sighed again and continued to follow the class.

Blake was silent the whole time while everyone chatted, nobody approached him as well. This wasn't his class, it was the one that came after them that their history teacher was responsible for as well. He wasn't exactly in a good mood and he didn't even know their names, and he wasn't the talkative type either so he just followed them silently at the back.

They came across a sword inside a glass container, and their teacher stopped again to explain it's origins.

"Ah, this sword was taken from the battle of Cannae, one of history's bloodiest battles. The battle of Canne was Hannibal's greatest victory and Rome worst defeat. Close to 70,000 died at the battle, and to this day this figure stands as the most men killed in a single day's battle." Some got interested because of the 'most men killed in a single day' part.

"But teacher, aren't the battles across history with millions of dead worse than this?" A girl lifted her hand up and asked.

"Yes, but these battles happened in the span of days to months, it wasn't just a single conflict. The battle of Cannae was just a single battle in a single day." The teacher nodded and smiled as someone finally asked something.

"For you guys to have a an idea, the death toll is comparable to Hiroshima. In just single battle, the amount of dead people was enough to compare it to the strike of a nuclear bomb! The battle of Cannae devastated the area to the extent that the local inhabitants left and didn't return for many years afterwards."

"Woah." Some students were impressed. The teacher then proceeded to explain the details of the battle, as people were finally paying attention to him. Blake wasn't paying attention though, as he stared at the sword on display.

'History's bloodiest conflict,huh?'

The sword weirdly looked newer than one expected, while it looked old, it didn't look hundreds of years old like it was supposed to. The sword's blade was a dark shade of red, like dried blood. It was if this sword wasn't like this at first but it became like that after bathing in the blood of countless enemies. Blake suddenly noticed something abnormal in the sword and frowned.

It was slightly glowing in a red light.

'Am I hallucinating?' Blake subconsciously approached the sword.

"Argh!" The sword then suddenly glowed in a immensely bright red light forcing him to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the sight completely shocked him.

He was in a weird place, the earth and sky were red like blood, there were countless corpses around him. Man, woman, children and even corpses of unknown life forms where everywhere, they were all thrown around like trash in a dumping ground.

The corpses had slash wounds, stab wounds, some were even cut in half. They, at least the ones who still had a face, had different expressions of agony, pain, despair and anger. Blake's legs immediately trembled and he almost puked, the sight had completely shaken him.

"Hm." He suddenly heard a deep voice. He immediately turned his head to see the source.

A person was sitting in the top of a pile of corpses, carrying a sword with one hand. The person had long, blood red hair and eyes, their clothes were originally of a unknown color but they were now red from the amount of blood that has fallen into it. They stood up and walked down, stepping on the corpses like they were stairs, blood spilled out from them as the person stepped on their faces filled with agony.

"So a descendant appeared after so many years. I'm finally going to be free from this hell."

'What the Fuck do you mean by that?!' Blake wanted to scream, but he found out he was paralyzed and could only breath, and was overcome with panic as the person approached him. Blake took a closer look at them, their sex was unknown since the other party had feminine features but had a small chest and was tall. Blake didn't care to know either. What startled him was the sword they were using.

It was the same sword that was on display! It now looked new, and the blade color was now the same as fresh blood, different from how it was earlier. The person slowly walked towards Blake and stopped right before his front, slightly smiling with a gaze that sent chills down one spine.

"I'm Farlai Stragas. I'm sorry little one, but it's your turn now." Farlai stabbed forward with the sword.

*STAB*

"URGHH!!!" Blake groaned in pain as the sword stabbed right into his heart, the other half of the sword now poking from his back.

Blake felt immense pain coming from his chest, the cold feeling from the sword and the blood coming out from his mouth. His body was shaking as he took three steps backwards while holding the blade of the sword.

"You have my eternal gratitude from freeing me. Farewell." Said Farlai as they looked at the suffering Blake. His gaze had just a very slight bit of pity like the one people get from hearing about how some completely unknown family member died.

"Fuck.....You...." Blake only managed to tremblingly say those two words. Farlai merely smiled. Farlai turned around and walked and Blake felt his vision blur before the red world dissipated as he gazed at Farlai's back, he was now back the museum. The sword was still on his heart. He fell down to the ground.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Oh my god! The sword just flew out of the glass and stabbed him!"

"Call the ambulance!!"

His teacher and the other students went into complete panic as someone just suddenly got stabbed from a flying sword. Some ran out of the museum, others just fell to the ground in fright and some were screaming and calling for the ambulance.

Blake felt the world around him darken as he subconsciously stretched his hand forward, trying to grab something. He coincidentally grabbed the hilt of the blood red sword, and his vision was immediately covered completely by darkness. He died in anguish, not even knowing why he was killed...

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On a place far away from our world....

Blake suddenly woke up, and took deep hurried breaths, savoring in the sensation of being able to breath without a sword in him. What the hell was all that? He suddenly noticed he didn't recognize where he was, and before he could even register the place in his vision, a immensely loud voice sounded.

"HOLD THE SHIELD WALL!!! DON'T FALTER OR WE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!"