Chapter 6 - CHAPTER THREE. THE SHADOW THAT WATCHES

The cold wind stopped blowing. The air stood still, heavy and thick as if the air was struggling to breathe, trees bowed to their roots, birds wings tremble at the pure force emerging from the forest. suddenly, two eyes snapped open like springs. he jolted upright from his bed, heart pounding like war drums, eyes flickering like fireflies, hands clawed though his chest as he whispered."that dream again about a kingdom reduced to ruins, a king covered in blood, and a black crown turned to white. What could this mean? He said in a strained tone. In the trees a faint figure was staring closely almost like he was peering straight into his soul. He could feel it... That shadowing presence... his gaze shifted to his window, he crawled out of his bed, but as he looked, he saw nothing _ only an after image of an figure, not knowing what happened he took his cloak and rushed outside,desperate to leave behind that nightmare he couldn't ignore , he ran, blinded by his own fear, he couldn't see his own world changing around him, he stopped and opened his eyes and what he saw horrified him, the ground flickered with power, the skies turned crimson, his feet trembled as the ground he stood on went black consuming not energy, not light _ but souls. He wanted to run but he couldn't because he felt it , a great force dragging his feet, pulling him toward the glorious power emerging from the depths of the forest, he could see it_ the vision, about a blade drenched in blood, he extended his hands, it was as if the blade whispered his name calling him, promising him false power, the blade whispered his name, Blood Reaper_ the name of death_ called to him. his fingerstips touched the blade's hilt, his eyes turned crimson. Suddenly a voice roared out, leaves turned to ash, the ground shook with might, and animals froze. "Stop you are not ready." His eyes snapped opened, he fell to the ground, the blade still pulsing with restless power. he said " who are you? No... what are you...?. " I am the keeper of anything light or dark, pure or corrupt , lost or found, My name is the keeper and it will forever be that, now and for eternity. But that is not why I came. His voice cracked, his tone too vague to understand. "then why? Why did you come?. first it was the dream, then it was the horrifying vision, and now this. His voice crack like a creeking door. " you think power is a gift. no _ it is a burden, a curse, a weight. Many people had tried to wield that curse but failed, many people had tried to push their way through but failed, many people had tried to wield it but they are consumed. do you know why". The boy shook his head. " because the blade didn't whisper their names, the blade didn't call to them, the blade didn't whisper fate in their heart. The keeper walked toward him and knelt down and said. " the blade chose you and you must earn it, Satomo... you must earn it. When Satomo turned his head he saw nothing but he felt sharp pain on his arm. The mark was carved in his soul like a scar that refused to heal. He lay on the green grass and all he could hear was a dim voice saying,"he remembers all."( TO BE CONTINUED)