Zero_Things

War struck the whole continent as the emperor of a nation filled with hungry beasts vowed to destroy humanity.

It seemed as though there wasn’t an end in sight to the mindless violence between the two nations until a group of people stood out from the rest of the humans to bring the constant fighting to a standstill.

The humans praised them for their efforts, and the beasts hated them for interfering in their war. Yet, there was nothing any of them could do to go against the power that they held.

Kalon Talvos was the illegitimate prince of an empire which was known for its strength and vicious brutality. Yet, he didn’t have a shred of that within him. At least on the surface.

The young prince lived his life without hatred and was oblivious to the dark forces moving behind his back until an encounter with a strange man changed his life forever. 

“There isn’t much time left. Trust in only yourself. Only you know the truth. Now reach out and bring this all to an end.”

“But what if I can’t? It hurts too much!”

“Then let me take over for a while. I can take the pain away.”

The Retribution of a Cursed Swordsman

"Huh? Me?" Kalon asked as he looked up to see the boy that had spoken to him with a thin bandage wrapped around his wrist, and in his other hand was a sword. There were cuts and bruises on his face and arms, and it looked like he had been involved in a fight recently and was still recovering.

"Yes, you. You little shit. You better leave this place if you know what's good for you. If Weston was here, he would kick your ass for not knowing that this place is off-limits." The boy with the bandage around his arms said as he spoke to Kalon once again with a threatening tone to his voice.

"Okay, I understand. I don't want to cause any trouble, so do you mind if I get past?" Kalon asked as he pointed in the direction of the staircase that he had to walk to.

That makes sense.