theonionjunktion

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind.

In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

Infallible Oathbreaker

Darius lamented his poor fortune as he arrived at what was supposed to be a police precinct. This was Ethereal Forge Academy! The Jewel of their empire. You would expect their law enforcement to be a bit more…there.

There was a patch of nothing in front of Darius. Grass was everywhere making this seem like a park, but the place that was supposed to be a precinct was just grass. Darius' instinct told him otherwise. It told him a crucial piece of information, in fact. A dozen gazes belonging to lifeforms stronger than him were currently on him. Darius was stunned by this. There was no malicious intent so he had no need to panic, but what was he supposed to do here?

"Is this a test of some kind?" Darius asked himself. He felt all gazes jolt a bit when he said that out loud. In particular, their gazes, or rather their focus on him, intensified the instant he uttered the word 'test'.

Thunder in a Clear Sky