Heavenly Sword

Part I

One death gives reason for a second, the second lens glory to a third and I curse the Raven Lord
who did the tortured terror in these lands.
Some say he was mortal, a wall or thirsty for power, and a bloodless the destruction he unleashed
was real enough, that I say he rose from hell. the land you´re standing on now is burning was
burning with hatred, humanity itself disappearing like smoke.
Our salvation, our hope, it came from the heavens. A soldier, furious and magnificent to be hold
mighty enough to challenge even the Raven Lord. A heavenly warrior to lead mankind in one
deadly battle… and shining through the horror…such a weapon!
When the battle ended and our world was saved, the heavenly warrior had vanished, only his
weapon remained and so was born a legend of our “Heavenly sword” and thousands would die for
it. As generations passed the Heavenly Warrior lived not only in legend but his swords hold on
mankind had only just begun.

Part II

Salvation, survival at peace just weren´t enough…no, men tore each other´s flesh apart to wield
the swords heavenly power, they murdered for it butchered with him and he turned was
slaughtered for clutching it and to see this cycle of destruction I swear it’s stirred the wrath of the
gods.
The sword itself began to feed of the bloodlust of its masters it hungered for the souls of men and
those who wielded it would soon be consumed by it.
Death, agonizing and inevitable this sword, wants a blessing upon mankind, had become a curse.
And that was the beginning of our clans story, those first nomadic warriors who forged our legacy
in duty to be sole custodians of the sword, to keep it for the grasp of the mankind and so protect
the world from its insatiable appetite.
Our forefathers moved ever onwards a symbol of hope for the land, so be proud, for years our
clans sustained this tireless vigil and as we roamed we waited… waited for the day of the glory so
long foretold, when the legendary warrior would returned to these lands and reclaim his “Heavenly
Sword.”
They match in a place of serenity and learning. Two boys two paths in life ahead one was to
become the cruelest of kings, the other, a champion of peace. And how many would perish when
those two paths crossed again.

Part III

The young men of destiny were taught to lead and to win. They faced each other and they fought.
It wouldn´t be the last time.
He was going to emerge as the finest of kings, a valiant warrior, he was trained to fight with dignity,
honor and, goodness he didn´t possess.
Humiliated, scarred with the feet, his black heart body.
He dreamed of a glorious future but those secret hopes were swiped away with violence and
contempt.
He vowed revenge and this much he knew his time would come. I tell you this, he was as
malevolent and vicious then as he is now. I’m pretty thirsty for power.
But becoming a king wasn´t enough to a appease his appetite and rage, he wanted to become a
god and for that he needed the Heavenly Sword.
Protecting the Heavenly Sword for the greed of mankind was an unforgiving life for the clan
reversed endless hardship and persecution and knew that every step we took could be our last.
 Part IV

Yes, I fought…and I killed…just as my father did and his father too, because we knew that the day
would come when our struggles could finally end.
It was written that the Heavenly Warrior was destined to return in the year of the 5 horse, on the
5th day, it would reclaim his sword and lead mankind to salvation.
Every generation they´d come. Black-hearted warlords, proclaiming themselves sent from heaven
and every generation our clan destroyed them but few of us survived this age long struggle,
desperate to keep the sword safe until the day of the prophecy.
Then at last, the time had come.
The Heavenly Warrior would return in a divine birth.
A boy savior to grow and lead us into an age of peaceful glory. I was there that night. I felt such
emotion. So many I loved had sacrificed themselves for this one moment. And then, what I saw
that night will hurt me until I die.
How should we react? When the prophecy upon which we have built our whole lives, shaped our
destiny, when all this comes to nothing.

Part V

So many was sacrificed and even that fateful moment claimed one more treasured life.
Our long-awaited savior, the returning Heavenly Warrior…was born a worthless girl.
A violation of the prophecy, the death of our hopes.
How would this thing save us?
Does such a curse one immune portent of doom really deserve to live?
As our leader, a father and the bravest man I´ve ever knew, he made his choice.
She was to live and grow….alone…. We grunge to despised blame for every hardship every lost
were dwindling clan. But through those know many years Ashram father was quietly creating a
warrior and now this courageous girl, this jewel we came so close to crushing is our last and only
hope.
And so here we stand, surrounded. Outnumbered by a thousand to one, as two childhood foes
prepare to battle once more…so be brave, this is what it all been leading to now is the moment
when the Warrior … must rise.