Lost
first novel of the heart's maze
By: Justin Kennedy
Kyr lay on his back, the day had sucked, as usual. He turned over and stared at the blade stuck in his wall, “Why, why does this blade haunt me? I throw it out and it comes back. What did I do to deserve it?” he mumbled, remembering the last time he had needed something to defend himself with, he had heard the blade scream with the cries of those it had slain, but it wasn't that the blade would return, it would replace what ever bladed object Kyr held. As long as he had that blade, he couldn't die, which meant he couldn't end his miserable life either.
“Please, just let me die, blade of the damned.” He said aloud, he had named the blade, after a description he had found that matched that of the blade, except it had been a sword. “What do you want from me?”
Kyr already knew the answer, he had heard it when he asked the blade when he held it...
*
Kyr stood, his back to a corner. A gang surrounded his means of escape, he reached around frantically. The gang advanced threateningly, “Now you're gonna give us what you owe us, buddy.” one said as he brandished a gun.
Finally, Kyr's hand grasped something sharp, he looked down, it was a piece of glass, “Get back! Now!” he cried out as he pounced on one of the gang members, slamming the thug to the ground, “Get back or he dies!”
Kyr noticed the gang members' eyes grow wide in shock, he felt shock too, he wasn't bleeding from picking up sharp glass, he looked down. The blade of the damned, covered in the thug's blood, was grasped firmly in his hand. Kyr screamed out.
The gang ran away, their friend was dead. Kyr watched them run. “What do you want? Why do you do this? You vile blade.” he whispered, sobbing.
“I need the blood of those who are damned to hell...” the hissing voice responded...
*
Kyr shuddered as he remembered the fateful night he had learned of the blade's wants. He also remembered the description he had found in a museum, a scroll dating back to 500 A.D. from Germany. The document had read...
The blade of the damned is a most vile and cursed blade, causing its wielder much pain and suffering. Its intentions seem good, to cleanse the world of evil, but by doing so, it drives the cursed wielder insane, making him or her want to kill anything, that is when it destroys its wielder, a host, and searches for another able bodied person to kill for its purpose. The only recorded form of the blade has been that of a long sword, but it is theorized that it will change to the form the wielder is most comfortable with, thus, enhancing its already devastating power...
The document had been damaged at that point, leaving nothing left to be read. Kyr hated that fact, he could learn nothing else, unless he asked the blade, but its voice disturbed him greatly.
“I need to know everything about it, though.” he said aloud, “fine, I'll do it, I'll learn about you.” Kyr got up and grasped the hilt. “Tell me everything about you, that I might be the one to stay sane.”
“I am the blade of the damned, it is my purpose to dispose of those souls who cannot be redeemed. As long as you wield me, you will never die, I will teach you how to use me, slowly...” the hissing voice echoed inside Kyr's mind.
“Then start at square one.” Kyr said, determination now in his eyes.
“If you are driven insane by the training, you will be killed by another, are you sure you wish to?”
“Yes, if I die, I will be free of this damnation in which I now live.”
“then prepare to enter the realm of the damned...”
Kyr's stomach lurched and he fell to the ground. He gasped for air where there was none. Oh god! I'm dying! He thought as his world went dark...
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