"This isn't the town of souls for nothing.", his words seemed to echo in the night. In the center of the town ahead of him, a slight glow radiated forth call him to it, "What do i have to lose?".
Walking to the fountain, finding tah an inscription was written on a stone slabe, which was perfectly persevered. looking down at the words, he began to read.
"Only those who have the heart, to cast aside all that are held close to it will succeed in there quest. The quest to find the ancient blade to be one with the sword of souls. You must first lose hope of finding it and accept that of which is set before you. Dieing in order to reach it's true resting place. only a soul will be able to reach it's domain.
Are you young swords man read to face your death, and every death which you have caused to reach your goal?"
Upon reading that not the slightest bit of fear lurked in his eyes,"I'm ready to face everyones death, including mine!", the swordsman called out. At that moment countless spirits of the town rushed at him all branding a weapon of some form,"so this is the final challenge to remove and kill every last one of them", drawing his sword, and weaving a spell, whom his mentor taught him. with each strict he made to a spirit, they were pulled into his sword. After a few hours of constantly swinging and dogging tiredness eased into him, a few attacks from his enemy's landed, pushing him further into an rage. shortly after only one remained the one that stood back, and watched as he weakened him self down.
" must applaud you but here is were you will die.", the hollow sound from the spirit floated over to him, "Irick, you have done well now u will have to face me." the two locked in batter as the night remained never changing, the spirit mirroring Irick's actions. Seeing what he must do to defeat the spirit whom was copping him, he plunged the his own sword into his heart kill the both of them off.
"So now the sword of souls is once again returned with every last soul that has been forged by death's grip, only the true owner can live to see the next day, Iricks tiredness clouded his judgment and he feel to his own blade.", an mysterious voice from the fountain spoke out.
well that is the end of the prologue now hop everyone likes it thus far.
