_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

Hearing the words said to her in a whisper, by that cold and hoarse voice, Jess, Faith, or Starla felt a chill run down her spine, but, she still was a bit confused since he wasn't one to care much about what other people thought of him, after all, the KEN she knew just wasn't the kind to care even if the whole empire tried to hunt him down.

So, she just couldn't understand what was going on.

Why was the KEN caring for what other people thought?

He clearly expressed his hate towards the Royal family by having slapped her in the face, twice.

It was a question, she couldn't find an answer to, yet somehow, him trying to hide his thoughts, no matter how small, began to scare her.

The First Class (4)