1000 Blade story: Prologue

Before I begin, I’m going to dedicate this to a lot of people I know and love. First, to my grandfather, who is now in the afterlife. Next to a few of my really close friends - Ariel, Meredith, Lauren, Jen, and Katrina. Also I want to dedicate this as an apology to Katrina, and all the people who I have been nasty to, or have hurt in some way in my life. As well as my family, who have been there for me, even though we haven't always seen eye to eye. Also all those who have supported me throughout the years, and there are many.

Also, thanks to all my DA buddies and fans, it has been a strange and hard life as a writer on DA but thanks to your support I have stuck in there long enough for me to make this, so this is also for you guys.

Last, this is to me, after twenty-two going on twenty-three years of hating myself, I have come to the point where I have to do better for myself, and become better as a person, a philosopher, and as an Ultiv. This is where I leave behind many things, but not forget them. This is also where I create the armor that I will wear until the day I am no more, and my ashes are given back to the planet that I have tried my best to protect and restore.


Chapter 1 Blade 1:

A bokken (??, bok(u), "wood", and ken, "sword"), is a wooden Japanese sword used for training, usually the size and shape of a katana, but sometimes shaped like other swords. Other common shapes are wakizashi and tant. They are also known as bokut ("wooden sword"), which is also the usual term in Japan.

Begin

Darkness around me as I sleep. Doctors say we always dream, it just that sometimes we don't remember it, in some cases we never remember it. I wonder about that sometimes, maybe some dreams are best left forgotten...at least for the time being.

Bokken - I held it tight, as I stood in a space of pure darkness, yet I could see everything. I didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there wondering why I was here, what would soon unfold to me, and why this weapon was in my hand.

"The time has come. I cannot stand by any longer and watch you destroy something so beautiful."

A voice came through the darkness, speaking in a strange tongue. But...but I understood it as such. It continued on.

"Prepare yourself, for it is time for you to see what you are doing."

One...no, four, no, more than that....how many, I can't tell…my eyes see but then more appear. How many now, fifty, eighty? My God, the space seemed to be completely filled by them. They stood tall, the same height as my own, a twisted smile on their faces, their eyes covered by long hooded cloaks. Each held a different weapon in its hands.

Surrounded, confused, and outnumbered, the words "prepare yourself" rang in my head, burning at me, making my hand hold tight to the bokken, yet not from fear, no, far from such, in excitement.

Battle seemed to run through my veins. A warrior’s heart beat within my chest, as pure darkness coated my every thought. I raised the sword to a waiting position, blade to the sky and near my head, pointed directly at the first of many who would soon fall. No reason was needed, no question needed to be asked. I wanted this, more and more by the second, and they were willing to offer it to me on a silver platter.

"ATTACK!"

They came to me, like lambs to the slaughter, yelling, screaming, blades at the ready, and so began the battle.

It’s strange, to think that I, with a blade of wood, would, or even could defeat any of them, with their blades of steel. But that is the funny thing about fighting, sometimes those who seem to have nothing are more dangerous than those who have it all. Maybe it is due to the fact that they are pushed against the wall, maybe because they have less to lose, or maybe even madness. Yes, madness must be it. I mean, to enter the battlefield out-numbered, out-equipped, it would seem that you were begging for death's cold touch.

I moved as such, hoping that among so many, one, JUST ONE, had the power to do what I couldn't, no matter how many times I have wanted and tried to - to kill me.

I moved like death was my master, and I was sent forth to claim these poor souls for his mission. I was a beast in the middle of the flock, and though they attempted to stop me, all that they gained was a quick absolution, courtesy of my bokken and my rage.

I danced, such a grand dance it was, blades clashing, body moving, many falling, and me blooming like a flower on the battlefield. Here is where I belonged, not at some school, not in some military, no…in the heat of battle, just for the thrill of destruction, and nothing more. The screams that once filled the air with the hopes of these unknown fighters quickly changed to fear, as their numbers were cut lower and lower.

Then silence.

I won, my heart still aching for more, but luckily for me I might have spoken too soon about a victory.

One left, yet unlike the others - shorter, his cloak different, covered in many symbols.

"Such unneeded actions, is this all you are, is this all you care for?"

"This is all I am good at, the only time I am alive. So how is this your concern?"

"It is sad that you have forgotten about me, so sad indeed."

I didn't want to talk, I wanted to fight, to kill! I moved, again with death at my side, but together we were denied as the last cloak moved like a shadow would across the floor as the light falls into twilight.

A single strike. I bleed, I fall, I failed.

"My God, you cannot even defeat me, yet you speak like you were the very core of destruction."

"What is all this to you, why do you give a fuck?"

"Look at who you fought, and killed."

I laid there on the ground, only able to move my head, a body of my enemy next to me. With one glance, I was in a state of pure terror – ME.

All of them me. How? What did this mean? My mind broken, the shards scattered out of reach, and lost.

"Is this all you are? A murderer? What about all those promises, about being a better person, about becoming a full Ultiv, about seeing those you love and care for happy, and about showing the world a better path, a new one that would lead earth into a longer life?"

I was slammed by my words, and my actions.

"I...I…"

"Don't tell me, don't you dare say the words I know you too well to say. I know you hurt, and you have done such horrible things, but you also have to learn and use them to become better, to defeat the demons inside you, and those who will soon fall upon you."

"Who...?"

"You'll know when you have found the blades, then all will connect and you shall be one again."

He walked away, leaving me alone with his final words.

"The book, the book is where you truly lie, waiting for your awakening. Come to the book and fight, not like this, but like you should fight. Then and only then, will they see the real you, and will you get the forgiveness of the one person you really need to get it from in the end - yourself."

The darkness all around me, my defeat so bitter, my only victories turned into horrors, my spirit and will broken.

"Look at you, you little bitch, can't even win against someone so small and weak. You don't deserve to live."

A familiar voice, the one I never talk of and try my best to forget, its words ripping at me, tearing away any bit of life that I had left, speaking only in my mind.

"You should die, a wounded wolf is no good to the pack. Grab the sword, make it quick, make it hurt, maybe then all those you hurt would feel better. Maybe then you won't hurt others. Just let go of hope, let go of life!"

I found my hand being moved by his words, more than myself, they moved, of their own accord and plan.

"No, don't, don't give in!" I shouted with the last ounce of strength I had in me.

"So you want to keep hurting them, so you want to be a burden on them?"

"NO!!!!" Tears...how? I don't cry...I can't cry.....WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING TO ME?

"For the sake of the ones you love...you must die."

"I...I must…"

The sword at my chest, my hands at the ready…

"Do it, now." He spoke calmly, as if he was giving the call for the guns to be fired at a firing squad.

“I’m...so sorry." And the trust came, and with it such pain.

Darkness...but yet i still could hear him...

"Such a fool..."

Sunlight, reality, home.

-End Blade 1