Cursed Sword, Brunhilda

"IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!!"

Stigma had unknowingly, spouted a famous line from a horror novel that turned into a movie a long time ago.

Stigma, who was digging for who knows how long, to who knows how deep, was staring not at a corpse but at the handle, that had a sensation of a heartbeat.

The voice itself had a disinterest tone, as if it was always asking the same question for a number of people.

"I am aware that life force is present within my being, I shall ask again, are you going to be my new master."

It had responded from the previous remark with the repeating question, as if the concern of the person before it didn't matter, if it was not buried in the deep many would its call, and release of energy would have warned the surroundings of danger.

Its voice was hollow, as if it was calling from a metal tunnel, but it had a feminine appeal to it almost tempting. Bell had warned him about this, earth bound spirits are not just bound to where they had dies but to objects as well, for instance a statue can have abilities of coming to life, armor that can take control of its wearer.

The power they possess, depends on how long they have lived take a house, for example, if a house were to be possessed for ten years, the only thing the spirit can do is whisper or change the temperature in the house.

The spirit would need at least a thousand years, before they can completely control a house including everything inside it since they have yet to assimilate due to their powers not yet developed into mature form.

Nevertheless, what if it was the other way around, if a weapon was absorbing energy from its owner and left to a secluded place, then the stored power will crystallize into a conscience, hence it can cultivate and evolve like other experts.

A weapon that can evolve the more it was used is something that all figures weak or powerful desire, to solidify or change their fate.

"I ask again, are you my master?" The voice sounded more annoying after repeating the question to the same person.

Snapping out of his daze state, he looked in front of him.

Since he was not sure what would happen if he brought this thing out, he was still unsure what it was or what disaster it would bring him.

He was about to respond, until the voice said something that pissed him of.

"It appears the one I am speaking to cannot respond…Are you perhaps a retard?"

!?!!!?!?!!!!!!?!!??!!?![1]

Out of nowhere, a bullshit remark had hit him, he was a person who thinks before he speaks, since his first year work became a priority since he had limited funds, before he was always the type who responses before thinking because of that working became a difficult time since he could not communicate properly.

But this piece of crap started calling a retard?!?!!

"Hey! I found you here! You want me to leave you to rust!!!!!"

Afterwards, he started burying it and tried to crawl backwards. He had been insulted numerous times before, but being called a retard is something that always ticked him off, since then people who called him that, had suffered greatly physically, mentally including their reputation, he was never called a retard again afterwards.

With the compact space, lack of oxygen, minimal vision, constant whispers, adding a starving stomach made him fanatic and sleep deprived, so he was starting to get annoyed, realizing he wasted his time just to get an insult.

"MY APOLOGIES PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!!!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I SPOKE TO ANYONE IN YEARS!!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGOTTEN!!!" The voice started crying and weeping, like a lost child finding its mother.

He stopped after hearing those last words, he stopped and remembered his life, due to his ignorance he more of a easy target for making mistakes that took a hit in his confidence, he use to hide from his trouble, he tried making friends, but it took him three years to get over his anxiety his classmates in grade school to speak to them, only having them forget who he was.

He tried to speak up, only to have other misunderstand him, he tried to do other things to prove himself, but the fear of failing started coming to him and mistakes started happening.

Since those incidents occurred, he had realized he just didn't want to be forgotten, betrayed or taken advantage of.

He started going back to the little whining voice at the end and dug it out.

He had resolved himself to take responsibility if something bad happened, he will cross the bridge when the event happens.

"Tell me, what are you, why are you buried here, and when were you buried." Since, he was going to talk he might as well take the initiative to control the flow of the conversation.

And if it has any knowledge it could help him a lot.

The voice started to calm down after its episode, the sword then told him not to leave it alone after they talk, which he promise.

The sword narrated its story, but it sounded more of a string of unfortunate events to anyone who wielded it.

It used to be a skull of a rare beast with a strange structure, it wasn't aware what it was before when it was alive, but it remembered there was a fight between powerful beings and it got swept away in the aftermath.

It realized it was dead when it didn't move, so out of boredom it started absorbing the energy of the deceased around it getting a stronger mental state, eventually its vision was covered with greenery before it new it.

After an unknown number of decades, a powerful expert found her remains and took her remains to refine him a unimaginable weapon, but the creator started using various materials to experiment and used it as a catalyst eventually failing unknown to him that all the energy was being absorbed into it.

After collecting strange materials, he started a weird ritual where a large pool of blood was used and a lot of negative energy was used, the ritual took a long time for him since it was powerful after absorbing all the energy form previous experiments.

The voice blacked out afterwards and found itself in a new form emitting strange waves of danger.

The ritual was a success as announced from its creator, it had turned into a skull into a broad sword with a ability to absorb energy.

The expert came back and took it away only to kill numerous experts and large beast becoming famous afterwards, unfortunately drowned in his own fame he became arrogant then challenge and provoked to many organizations and clans.

He was then killed in an assassination and the assassin became it new master, one after another she had switched to a new master that it can't remember how many it had killed because of it, then the last assassin was betrayed by its nation killed by the very sword, the sword eventually became a symbol of power, and many tried to conspire to attain it out of greed for power.

Comrades who trusted each other framed their former allies to gain favor of large powers, families betrayed each other, a nation became raved due to continuous civil war, giving the excuse that it was to attain peace, but the goal was much more simple the wanted to rule all and make them submit.

Years later, the civil war ended up bringing outsiders and the strongest was crowned to have wielded it again, only to be betrayed by his comrades and each other.

Eventually it learned the ability to attract hordes of beast, and if any veteran expert was using it, then the glory would go to whoever wielded it.

At that time, another powerful expert came after the sword and he was its final master, but he challenged a heavenly being an got killed, he was flying then fell at a very high place, crashing down in the deep earth, the sword was no exception, but instead of destruction it was buried all the way down here, and after who knows how long, it finally learned how to speak and remembered all the events that transpired.

However all its previous power had been used up from forming its core, hence it has weaken greatly.

Then it was alone for a long time, so it tried to get out but being a sword it had no limbs, so it cultivated in controlling its power.

It wasn't clear how long it was buried since it was sure it was still in the same desolate place where it landed.

And since it hadn't spoken to any person in a long time, it was just imitating the language pattern from her previous masters.

Out of its struggle to break free, it was able to produce some energy and had started to use it to send a signal to call for help by digging in the dirt to the surface, then Stigma showed up and it was explaining what happened not to long ago.

After hearing the long story, it was clear if people started calling misfortune when they gain a strange object, hence they called it a cursed tool, but this was no cursed tool, from the events that transpired, it might as well call it the Curse Sword.

With the story being summarized, the sword sounded satisfied and gave a proposal, that would make his like difficult.

"Hey, can I come with you, I promise to be at your service if you desire. I may have lost most of my abilities, I still help you in training. Please!"

If the sword had a body, it would be bowing right now.

"...Alright, but if you betray me, I'll dispose of you without a second thought."

Stigma held down his ground, even if this sword had its own schemes, he will only follow its guidance on training.

"Thank you very much! I will do my best to serve you well my master..., pardon what should I call you?"

That right, the entire conversation had been focused on the swords origins, there was never a chance to call his name.

"First do you have a name?" he also noticed that it never once spoke of its name.

Well with multiple owners, one cannot remember all of them even if they can live for a hundred years.

"I have no such name. My masters were obsessed with fame and power that they didn't realize I was helping them in dodging attacks, but they all though it was by natural reflex. It was so frustrating, they thought they were heaven defying genius, they became arrogant and died horribly when I tried warning them."

The voice responded with a bit of annoyance.

'Well no one would expect that an object would speak, and since it was famous for slaying powerful monster with hearing various rumors that it could increase their natural talent then no one would suspect that the weapon was the actual treasure until they had held it themselves.'

Although, the string of events was due to human greed, not the sword itself.

He was not afraid of the sword, but thought that even if the time they have lived was different eras, there will always be someone who will be dragged into events they don't want to get involved with.

"My name is Stigma, but I have two names the other is my real name Cheng Xuan, please get along with me."

He smiled, he wanted people to trust and if where to be called insane for talking to himself so be it. After all no one can tell how a person can react when they hear something insane like this.

"Greeting to my new master, Stig...Cheng X..., what should I call you?"

"Call me Stigma, my other name is a secret okay, but what should I call you but since no one has named you, I guess I have to name you..."

Before he could finish, a shrill of delight echoed throughout the tunnel increasing the headache that was already fading away.

"I'M GOING TO BE NAMED, I'M GOING TO BE NAMED, I'M GOING TO BE NAMED..."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT ALREADY, I'M GETTING A HEADACHE JUST BEING IN THIS PLACE, I'LL NAME YOU SO BE QUIET SO WE CAN BOTH LEAVE!!!"

It shriek would have lasted until he would go insane, so he had no choice but to shut it up.

"...From how you describe the events, you sound like a woman I learned legends about...I'll name you Brunhilda."

When he finished with his speech he grabbed the handle, all of a sudden started trembling and waves of energy started entering him in a rapid pace, and a shrill of delight was heard, the same shrill form before.

"THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MASTER STIGMA, THIS BRUNHILDA, WILL SERVE YOU TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY!"

The yelling continued for a while and died down, now that was over, he was about to order the sword to be quite as he was about to climb out.

*BING!*

[True Energy has reached 100 percent, Soul of Purity has been formed]

[Grudge Energy has reached 100 percent, Soul of Impurity has been formed]

[Wrath Energy has reached 100 percent, Soul of Rage has been formed]

[Zen Energy has reached 100 percent, Host can now develop a breakthrough]

[System has recognized, Brunhilda has been recognized as a familiar]

Huh??!?!?!

[1] He is continuously cursing here.