Silent Nova
A Quiet Wind
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Sky was a young man who had just become the age of eighteen, his eyes glowed a gloomy dark brown and looked as if they were drained and so did he. He has been sleepless ever since his family had chased him out of the village after had being cursed by his father with that forsaken demon. He walks now with the memories of his past and bloody arm from the demons in the vast forest that was unusually starting to feel like it was home. Either that or he was just starting to loose his grip on sanity. He drags a sword in his left hand letting the blood flow from his arm down to his hand and slowly dripping onto the sword. He didn't really know what he would do or where he would go after he left, but he always tried to look to the brighter side of things. There was something he was able to get from his home before he left and that was a small bit of hope. The sword on the other hand, a mystery in power usually had a light blue glow to it as well but overusing the power in it made the sword grow weak and a dark grayish color as any old normal sword would look. He made two comfortable positions were the sword will normally be and that was on his back in it's sheath or in his hand ready to face any danger . He knew he would soon have to start training with it so he could understand and manage the power more but as of now there was no way he would be able to even try. Sky knew he would have to learn to control the power that lurked in him and how to get that power to link him and the sword together. He walked silently as he was drowned in thought, his mind tried to play tricks on him from hunger and thirst. Sky tried to forget the past and look forward to the future but whatever was left of his positive attitude was slowly slipping away and so was his consciousness. He leaned up against a nearby tree and slowly sat down panting slightly. He wished he could go on but for now he knew he needed to rest
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Sky was a young man who had just become the age of eighteen, his eyes glowed a gloomy dark brown and looked as if they were drained and so did he. He has been sleepless ever since his family had chased him out of the village after had being cursed by his father with that forsaken demon. He walks now with the memories of his past and bloody arm from the demons in the vast forest that was unusually starting to feel like it was home. Either that or he was just starting to loose his grip on sanity. He drags a sword in his left hand letting the blood flow from his arm down to his hand and slowly dripping onto the sword. He didn't really know what he would do or where he would go after he left, but he always tried to look to the brighter side of things. There was something he was able to get from his home before he left and that was a small bit of hope. The sword on the other hand, a mystery in power usually had a light blue glow to it as well but overusing the power in it made the sword grow weak and a dark grayish color as any old normal sword would look. He made two comfortable positions were the sword will normally be and that was on his back in it's sheath or in his hand ready to face any danger . He knew he would soon have to start training with it so he could understand and manage the power more but as of now there was no way he would be able to even try. Sky knew he would have to learn to control the power that lurked in him and how to get that power to link him and the sword together. He walked silently as he was drowned in thought, his mind tried to play tricks on him from hunger and thirst. Sky tried to forget the past and look forward to the future but whatever was left of his positive attitude was slowly slipping away and so was his consciousness. He leaned up against a nearby tree and slowly sat down panting slightly. He wished he could go on but for now he knew he needed to rest
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