Sword Of Souls

black hair flaking his head full and lush a

rely caught off guard. His robust legs are meant for the powerful kicks he delivers almost effortlessly. He always wears his two blades: a black one on his back and a blue

e sky looks like it's about to cry with its deep blue. The flowers are gray and brown as if they’re poisonous. There is only di

s of times by now. Wayne had carried him over several hills, through battlefields, and knee-deep in

ry can haunt a person, the pit of emptiness. It spreads fast from

ed himself while having nothing but a blade. Soul knew how to carry himself as a warrior since he was a child. One day, he played with a blade. He flicked it about and cut himself occasionally. He wrapped his wounds with a skill he learned fro

ructured manner. It didn't matter if he was black and blue or if he was sick, Grandpa made sure he was no stickler for pride

and walked a path that was neither good nor evil. Not only did he know how to wield several weapons, but he also knew

left for the old man to teach him. The only way for Wayne to grow more was to venture out and gain hi

not the first silent mission they had done together. It was raining. Wayne was finding more information for hi

would be able to do nearly anything that was asked of him. The reason for his prowess was his looks; he had silver-blue hair. As the tallest in the family, he stood proudly at 6.3” he was 175 pounds and pretty much pure muscle. He usually wore green tone

hich they had previously been 20 years prior, Wayne spoke

this kingdom twenty years ago. I feel that I can trust you with the knowledge I thought I'd keep hidden most

secret from me. She had told me that I had given birth to two kids: a son and a daughter. Well, my frien

“This was a mistake. I'm sorry Wayne.

er. She's been hidden. I don’t even know what her name is. Just, please, find her. I've used all my resources, and I couldn’t find where she was bo

ost him. I could have asked for more information about the girl or boy. Oh we