Is this really how it all ends...? Alens whole body was paralyzed. He couldnt move, he was bleeding, his vision was blurry and the pain was nearly unbearable.
"Gah... no.. i dont want to die like this"
But right when he was about to pass out, he saw a figure enveloped by light in front of him. He couldnt tell who or what it was, since his vision was so blurry.
Then, he feels a touch on his forehead. A weird warmth spreads throughout his body. He feels his bones snapping back in together and the blood in his body circulating normally again. It feels like a light breeze on his face; refreshing, yet warm. His muscles regain mobility and his vision returns back to normal.
Alen could now see the figure standing in front of him: a tall woman with black hair. She was wearing a brown robe with a white belt and wielding a katana.
"What the hell is going on-!?"
"I'm Uraka Lori from the blessed army. I healed you. Now tell me where the shard is."
"Why- what is-"
"The shard. The one that man was looking for. Where is it..?"
"Why is everyone looking for it?? What is it?!"
"WHERE IS THE SHARD?!"
"AT THE CLUB ROOM OF MY SCHOOL! ITS WITH MY FRIENDS."
Uraka turns towards the school and starts running.
"If you want to save your friends, show me exactly where it is."
Alen starts running after Uraka.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"I'll explain later. Show me where the club room is."
When they arrive in front of the school, Alen points at a window.
"That room. Number 117."
Uraka runs straight into the building.
"Wait here."
Alen is left waiting outside. He still cant explain what just happened, as he is left standing there in silence.
Meanwhile, Uraka rushes through the hallway.
"This one."
She kicks down the door and jumps into the room, pointing her katana at everyone in the room. Milo and the others were just looking at the shard, but now they stare at Uraka, shocked.
"Wh-wh-"
"Give that shard to me. Now."
With trembling hands, Milo hands the shard to Uraka.
Uraka takes the shard and holds it in her hand.
"Now, run away."
Milo and the others run away in fear, and Uraka is left standing in the room, with the shard in her hand.
"And now... you."
She turns to look at the dark corner of the room. The shadow in the corner starts moving, as something emerges from the corner.
Its the same man. The man who attacked Alen earlier.
"Ah... the forces of the blessed. Always a pain in the ass."
"I could say the same to you."
Uraka spins her katana around and points her hand at the man. Her hand glows with a faint, golden aura.
The man takes a few steps closer, and his hands start glowing with dark, purple aura.
"Give that to me. I will not kill you if you give me the shard."
"Come get it."
The man rushes towards Uraka, but Uraka quickly dodges his punch and stabs him through the stomach with her katana.
Then, she drags the katana upwards, splitting the man in half.
However, the man regenerates almost instantly, licking the blood from his lips.
"Pathetic. You didnt put enough your blessing behind it. Now feel the power of a curse... Cursed Art: Shadow Strike."
The man dashes forward and punches Uraka in the stomach. She flies backwards, crashing into a wall. She grunts in pain and spits out a drop of blood, but quickly regains her composure.
*****
Meanwhile, Alen is waiting outside.
"I have to find out what is going on... i cant just stand here. Besides, if my friends are truly in danger, i need to help them."
Alen takes a deep breath and starts running towards the building.
*****
Uraka is still fighting with the man. The man grabs her by the leg and throws her into a wall.
"No matter the era, you blessed are always so pathetic..."
Uraka turns around, grunting. The man walks towards her, laughing. But right when the man is about to kill her- CRASH.
Alen jumps in through the window. He rushes at the man, grabbing him and slamming him against a desk.
"You... brat... i thought i left you to die."
Alen punches the man in the face, but it seems to have no effect. The man then grabs Alen by the throat.
"Although, that doesnt matter anymore. I'll just kill you."
Uraka grunts in the ground.
"YOU, BOY! Take this!!"
Uraka points her hand at Alen. A bright light flashes between them as Uraka launches a beam of light at Alen. The golden aura glows around Alen as he starts transforming.
Once the light disappears, Alen looks different. He has longer hair, his eyes are blue, he is wearing a brown robe with a white belt, and a glowing katana manifested into his hand. He feels... strong. Fast. Powerful.
"Oh.. wow.."
The man yells at him.
"You damn brat! You think your tricks will help you?! I'll kill you anyway!!"
The man rushes towards Alen at superhuman speeds. But unlike before, Alen moves. He cant even explain it himself, but he moves. Its like his body is reacting and moving on its own, as he dodges the man effortlessly.
"Oh... i feel so powerful!!"
He looks at the katana in his hand. The blade starts glowing with yellow energy.
"Lets end this."
With an elegant and fast movement, Alen dashes forward and slices the mans chest. As the man stumbles backwards, Alen spins around and cuts his head off.
The man falls to the ground, dead.
Alen breathes heavily, as he slowly transforms back to normal: his hair goes back to its normal length, his eyes return to their normal color and the clothes change back to normal.
Then, he turns to Uraka.
"now, explain what is going on!!"
Uraka sighs and speaks.
"Well, i just gave you my blessing. Thats how you got the powers."
"Nevermind that. Tell me the whole thing. Who was that, who are you, what are these magical powers and why are you looking for that shard..."
Uraka sighs.
"Okay. Long before the human race even existed, a race of deities created 7 mythical weapons to maintain the balance of the universe between the races of the world.
However, when the human race was born, they were driven by greed, their thirst for power. When the human race got their hands on one of these mythical weapons, the balance of the universe shifted forever.
Good and evil parted, and a war broke out between the light and the dark. As a result of this clash, the mythical weapons were destroyed.
As time passed, this conflict was forgotten—but the beings that were cursed and the others that were blessed never disappeared."
"So you are saying that there is blessed and cursed beings that have these powers?"
"Correct."
"And you are a blessed one?"
"Correct."
"And that was a cursed one?"
"Correct."
"And the shard is a part of a mythical weapon?"
"Correct."
"And you just gave me your powers..?"
"Correct... i'll take you to our base to help you understand."
"Woah- wait wait... what about Milo and the others?"
"Who- oh, those kids that had the shard? Dont worry about them. Those who see a blessed being without being blessed themselves, will forget about it in an hour."
"Oh..."
"So come on, i'll show you the other world."
End of chapter 2.