A Newborn Blade

Before a blade may emerge it must began as a seed. At first the blade sprouts forms its chambers at an early age. Rushing through the dungeons of the ground it squirmed as it feed against the it's prison walls until he found a pool of water buried beneath. Once grown up he found a kingdom nearby, one with many civilians crowded in its castle. A mighty queen that must not be disturbed or else she shall send her army. Not even a blade could amount to such strength at an early age. During his journey he spread his arms as far as they could reach, touching the borders of many kingdoms around him. With age the blade grew taller, until he reached the top of the underworld. Without much effort the top gives out and he rises up and sprouts past the dirt. He continued rising to the distant sun, forever stretching out his hands. But the earth began to rumble, a erring sound came from all directions. Before him a storm of a thousand knives raining down on his fellow companies. Decapitating those in it's trail. Before he noticed a knife had flung his head far pass all the kingdoms he had journeyed to a distant land. As he dried up he still stared at the sun until death. But this was not the end for his head would regrow anew and continue its journey to the cloud above.