After years of classes that teach the history of Darkus strategy, math, faith, the monsters, Airson and his friends have come to there third, to last year.
These are the years that have them practice fitness and training in combat. Airson walks to the dorm lobby, Nico and Selma. "Oh I almost forgot to mention selma's element. She is a rare dule Wilder of elements, fire and Earth, and so she lives in the fire dawn, which she prefers."
They were in two fire chairs that were embroidered with fire. This keeps the person sitting in them warm and comfortable, he walks over to them. Nico has grown tall throw grades d through f. He is still slim, but for some reason, he looks strong that most darkens contribute to the huge contaner he carries with them, but Airson and Selma knew it contained a high content alcoholic beverage, and he gained strength by drinking it. Nico is captivated with alcohol. He would sway and stumble and have slurred speech, but his clarity and understanding are off the charts. His black hair and glossy eyes attracted so much mystery that rumors every year about him and a dark blue aura lay about him for his element was water. He could not stand being in the fire dorm, for long Selma had grown into a fluctuous woman, but still acted like a sister to Airson. She wants to do everything with him. Eat, sleep, play, bathe. There was no area in his life. She did not appear in, she had vowed to become the perfect sister to him. Her hair hanging down to her waist, her eyes smolder with flames today. She is in a skirt with flame pattern on it and a tank top. As they talk Airson walks in front of them. There feelings of scare and fright increase. Arson's felt their fear turning narrow eyed He askes "Why do the best and only friends I have turn tail and run with me near." He poses "Haven't we spent 3 years together?"
Nico speaks, "It's because you shouted. At the God of darkness last year, you were pissed because these guys jumped us in school and you were knocked out from behind and were useless. We don't want to risk the great ones wrath. So we need to keep a distance from you, please. People are saying he has Found, displeasure in you. And you still haven't explained why you could use water element and becuse of that we fear retradushon."
Airson looks from one to the other, then tgen about to storm off, and shouts "This is ridiculous"
Then Nico asks for the friendship necklace back.
"I will not give it back. I may not be your friend, but both of you are still mine"
With that Airson goes to breakfast everyone there shyes away from him. After a while, Airson sees a student from no particular house. Yet seems to belong to all. He was a bit thin like he is anorexic. He wore a pair of sharp knives like swords. His stud of a nose is red, and his silver eyes freeze anyone who looks his way.
"My name's Airson. What's your name?" Silence,
"Okay." Airson was annoyed.
"My name is Airson, and you are, sir." Silence
"Well if you don't give me your name. I will give you one."
silence.
"Okay," Airson said. "Let me think."
"you should go. The nameless student." said in a low tone. Airson looked confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"I am cursed, so says everyone" he wispers "I don't believe that or think that, but if you are, then we can be friends."
silent,
"So what is your name?"
silence
"Fine, I'll call you shadow."
"Thanks." shadow says softly.
You're not very talkative
silence.
After eating breakfast Airson heads to the stadium. The number of students in Airson's class grew from 30 to a 100. Some have jumped grades, while others stayed behind from last year. Those who stayed behind were all in the first. Two rows, their swords and staffs glistened and making all the new students feel out of place. The year before the students drew and described a sword or staff. With as much adequate and detailed information as possible.
They will receive these swords and stafs today. Thousands of swords and staff were wheeled into the arena. The whispers ripple through the crowd, the teachers grab a sword or staff and read the name on a piece of paper that is attached to the weapon slowly and surely, they came to when they were to called Airson's name. But instead of calling him, they skipped over him, students began to whisper, even louder about what that means. When all the people were called Airson sat with no weapon in hand one of the teachers steps forward and announces. "Airson since your weapon the sword could not be made. Every time we tried to fuse your essence into the metal it broke into shards, so you will no longer be a student here. Till you find a weapon. So go to the dorm and get ready to leave tomorrow morning."
Arson got up and solemnly, walks out of the stadium into the dorm, but on the way, a statue caught his attention and it seemed to follow him walking over to it, he realized it was of Antalina her eyes seemed to look at him with love, Kindness, knowing and sadness Airson places a 3 cent coin in the bowl at the foot of the statue as an offering for her to help. In the dorm he laid in the bed with his fire fuaming above him flowing the fire grows close brilliantly. His mind racing,
"What am I to? Going to tell my parents I am 10 years old. What do I do? I do not have a clear path. I wish I could stay here." Airson talks to himself after a while. He walked to lunch and takes the meal up to his borm and in solitude on his bed he eats and lays back down. Suddenly he hoists himself up and find to find a note on his dresser, opening it up He realizes it's from Nico and Selma.
"Arison, we are sorry for being afraid of you. We had an idea for you to stay. Why don't you try to get the sword Asanew from the ground, we know that your chances are not good, but maybe just maybe you can get it from the ground. It is worth it a shot, and then we can hang out again"
Airson lays on his bed, reading and meditating. Till dinner, thinking about why his friends would offer him an idea. Was it to prank him? Was it to make a good joke? Was it because they really did feel sorry? And they were trying to make amends, he could not decide which, while in the back of his mind, he focused on the idea. Of trying to pull Asanew free from the ground he gave up on the idea trying to think about why his friends were doing what they were doing, because he realized it was actually a good idea. He again has his food in his dorm.Then he decides to sneak out to the shrine of Antalina. her shrine was enchanting. A painting of her was hanging on the far wall. Black crystal shard make up a Chandelier that hangs from the ceiling and 2 fires burning and fire holders on either side of the painting causing a cascade of firefly lights in the center. In the ground was her sword. Power washes over the shrine giving off a pleasing sensation. And the hilt of the blade was embroidered with black emeralds like stones and red strings. The guard was of a dragon The blade held the sword's name engraved on it, reaching out Airson, grabs the hilt of the sword. His eyes filled with darkness. He falls to his knees, still holding on to the hilt.The power of the sword seeps into him suddenly Antalina appears before him in a black bress and pail skin.
"So you have come to try and take my sword. Why do you think you are worthy to hold me and wield me?"
"I know I am not worthy. I just want to stay with my friends and have their back."
"You are the first to be honest, so you will be the one to gain me." She talks contently and disappears. Airson stands holding Asanew as she fades away as if he was never on the ground to begin with the blade. As black as night with silver intertwined in his hands, he Sheats the sword and heads back to the dorm and collapses on his bed with the sword, clutched close to him.
"The sword is gone" A man in a robe of the priests ran. Through the school shouting over and over these words
"ring the bell, raise the flag. The sword has been drawn." Students and teachers rose abruptly and ran still in their pajamas to the shrine of the last pure and tainted one. The fires are out the painting is no more insted a black abyss that seem to braw everything in was there, and the sword is gone. Whispers and fears ran through the gathered crowd
Nico and Selma immediately knew who had the sword they looked at each other, then slowly retreated back to the dorms. Upon reaching erson, there lying with him was delayed Asanew a smile broke upon Nico's face. "Well, I'll be damed" Salma pokes as airson and spoke
"Well, brother, do you wanna reward?"
She slid her arm around his and her shirt, revealing some of her bra and breast Airson, screamed in embarrassment, pushing her off him, got up and goes to get dressed. He pauses for a moment before strapping the sword on him, he was Filled with peace today, the sword appears to be at rest, so he was at rest. No one noticed he carrying the sword for a long while that was until he stepped in front of the people who were to take him home. They stood confused.
"Why are you not pack one?" They asked and airson held up Asanew they gasped and fell down in a bow. Everyone around erison turned and saw the sword in his hands, and they bowed, as well till everyone in the room was bowing in their own way. I do not, I am not sure.
I deserve this. I am not worthy erson. Muttered, but you are worthy you above. Everyone here has been chosen to carry and use The holy sword of the last pure enttained, one Nico comely points out, arson rose his eyes, I know but I don't feel worthy. I feel like I want to be a normal person. I hate standing out. It feels unnatural.
Selma jabbes her finger into arson's stomach. "You are my brother and so believe me. When I tell you you and you're you daughter will stand out above the rest. No matter how much you or her will want it to be.."
"How do you know this" Airson lookes confused.
"I mean, how do you know that my daughter will have a hard time being normal that she will stand out?"
"I have seen it." Selma states confidently.
"I am a forseer. I also know my time of death and will embrace it happily when it comes." slap suddenly Airson's hand had Lifted up and struck Selma's gorgeous face, leaving a perfect hand print on her cheek. Tears welled up in Selma's eyes and tears start to streak down her face.
"Oh, Sis. I'm sorry I just couldn't hold back on hearing. You say such a stupid thing. I don't want to lose you." Airson pulls Selma to him and holds her as her tears staine his shirt, and he strokes her head. She hurt him and he had hurt her back a little too much. Now he has to confront her for he felt it was his role as the one to inflict the pain and as a brother to her. Eventually, she pulls away and wipes her tears on Airson's sleeve and smiles.
"I bet I'm better now. I was just shocked." Selma's voice shakes a bit.
"I am sorry I slapped you. I just don't like talking like that like that. It gets to me I believe everyone's life is worthy living no matter what it holds, or what you have to endure" Airson spills out.
Suddenly shadow speaks cautiously, all three jump.
"Well, looks like you all have a secret in yalls past."
"What do you mean by?" Airson Looks confused?
"I mean that you guys ancestors have a role in your life. I think you all are are descended from a pure source of the 5 grate houses." They all headed to the arena for swordsmanship classes, they there. They lineup on the field and wait for the teacher to show up a man with a lion. Long staff, black beard and Gray eyes appeared in a cloud of cool stream. His sword is like a persian blade and is sheathed in a dark blue Sheath, let's all do 100 sets of ten down swings. His voice was soft, yet firm. Everyone got in rows and started their sets halfway through the sets arson state starts to Swing many different ways and others follow suit. Soon Everyone was mimicking him
The instructer shouts "Enough. Get back on your original assignment, Airson, come here."
The teacher was angry and Airson slowly makes his way to the teacher.
"You will fight a friend of yours and a loser will be punished."
"do I have to?" Airson quivers
"Yes, you do." a wicked smile, spread across his face
"Shadow," Airson calmly states.
"Why? Who is chat? Bloody Lightens!" The teacher cassis. For shadow has come through the class for the teacher wanted to make Airson feel it was his fault for having one of his friends being punished. But now that he was gonna have to be punish Airson for shadow was strong, but And. They got into their stances, and drew their swords, their eyes are locked. Shadow, knew what Airson wanted in an instant Airson sword flow out of his hand and shadows blade was at his throat. Airson smiled
"I guess I lost." his voice was a bit of a chuckle.
"Arison, I said you had to fight!" the teacher scolded.
"Yes, you did. But you never said I had to try!" he starts laughing.
"I guess you will have to be punish me!" he continued to laugh.
"Go run and swing your sword till midnight and then go to bed!"
Arson steps away from shadow and walks to the track and starts on the punishment. An hour past lunchtime, Airson is filling needles praking his legs, breath bellowing out in a rapid pace blood flowing like a rapid stream stomach was growling like a dog but Airson kept going. His friends had their lunches on the sidelines. Every time he passed one of them handed out a cup of water. And upon passing, he hands the cup back and take some more water at the end of the lunch time, his friends left and went back to swordsmanship training by dinner. Airson's stomach was howling like a Wolf. His friends would hand him a glass of water again. Mixed with energy supplements. Also, his energy increased and hunger died down onward. He went fully renewed, but just before 12 midnight. He fell sharp, prickling, danced across his whole body, light and darkness emanated off his body, suddenly black and white fire burst, engulfed his body, darkness and light radiated over thousands of yards and everyone in the vicinity was feels with a inescapable feeling of fear and bread it seeps in to every nook and cranny and reached the tollest hights in a all hungry thurst for each other. They all gathered around the track and sung hymes in glory and prase with there eye glosed over and feet planted formly on the ground. Airsons liminars broke and since that day he can no longer wear limiters.