Romans & histoires The Sword Of Morning

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

The clang of steel rang through the crisp morning air, echoing across the wide expanse of the MacLeod training yard. Finlay MacLeod swung his claymore with precision, the sword a seamless extension of his arm. Every strike, every pivot of his body, was fluid and practiced, like a deadly dance honed by years of experience. His dark hair clung to his damp brow, and the sheen of sweat glistened on his sun-bronzed skin, evidence of hours spent under the unforgiving Highland sun.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

All I want is my daughter of light. We reached the Grand Armory, where the crests of the ancestral dawn lay dormant under ancient glass cases. The air here was heavy with the scent of aged leather, cold steel, and dried sun-blossoms. I stopped before the central pedestal. Resting upon the blue velvet was my heavy, dual-bladed broadsword; a weapon forged from pure solar glass and celestial iron, untouched since the night I laid it down to become a mother. With a single flick of my wrist, the glass case shattered into thousands of harmless, glittering specks of light. I reached down and closed my hand around the familiar hilt.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence. “Sword of light” Nathaniel murmured. As fire from his hand start to form into a sword. He take a deep breathe and look at Lynx. “No rest huh?” he said trying to humor the situation. “Meh” Lynx rolled his eyes and smiled. This is just the start of the long journey. "I the King of land calls out to you, protect and seal the ground I stand" Lynx chanted as the branches of the trees move making a big cage enveloping the house. Nathaniel jumps out the cage, stretching his legs, arms and leg.

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

He dropped his sword because of the strong vines gripped in his arms. General Kael stood up and walked towards him. “Don’t make me do this. Just yield.” “Never.” Arth replied with his hands and feet slowly turning to red because of the vines preventing blood flow. General Kael raised his golden sword above. It glared from the sunlight. “Solar nova!” he shouted. His golden sword shone brightly that forced the men around to close their eyes. Maester David couldn’t see clearly but he saw a burning yellow ball of light at the point of the general’s sword above. It was like a small sun. It continued to grow until it was big as anyone’s head.

The second the sword was pulled out, dragon-like flames instantly surged out from the sword’s blade… A sinister smile on his face, the shadowy figure then lifted the sword high as he laughed arrogantly before declaring, “The Sword of Might… It’s finally mine! The world is going to be mine soon!”