The Cursed Warrior (Part 1)

Varek stood alone at the gravesite of the Titans; their towering skeletal forms forgotten by the world but not by the land they once ruled.

He stood, waiting for the next wave of attackers. 

Around him was silence. He had gotten used to it now, the absolute nothingness that this graveyard offered him. 

It made the voices in his head sound more real. 

You want freedom.

You don't deserve it. 

You are a disgrace.

He was a cursed warrior. Sentenced to an eternity here in this graveyard. 

For one simple mistake. 

His greed. 

The weapon, bound to him by a curse that no mortal should bear, hummed in his grasp. 

It had once belonged to the Titan King, who's body lay at rest here, undisturbed for centuries. Until Varek had taken his sword. 

The thing stood over two meters long, nearly as tall as Varek himself. 

It was no longer just an object—no longer merely steel and bone.