Andrew_Nickene

This is the journey of another young swordsman that was raised in a commoner family until a young age Andrew discovered that the had excellent skills to wield a sword.
The story starts when Andrew joins the biggest competition on his continet of swordsmanship 
were he is given the opportunity to get an artifact rarity of a sword called Ashren that has the power to show the past lifes of whoever wields it. 
The sword gave Andrew the power of his past life to forge his own new journey.

Ashren: The Shadow Within

A ring of watchers gathered around the ritual circle—warriors, sages, and elders of the Starbound Order. Each wore armor and robes laced with starlight, eyes glowing faintly. These were not just observers.

They were the Voices of the World's Memory.

The silver-eyed woman, now revealed as Liraen of the Unbound Sky, lifted her hands and whispered words that bent the light.

A dome of mirrored magic formed around Andrew. One by one, the elders began to channel ancient memories—visions of Andrew's past life projected into the air for all to witness.

The burning of the Sapphire Coast.

The crowning of a throne forged in ash.

The choice to kill Elira… to save her.

Liraen stepped into the dome and spoke clearly, her voice heard across the mountaintop.

"Andrew of the Present. Do you accept the sins of your soul's former life?"

"Do you claim the power of that life?"

"No. I claim the will to master it."

"And do you believe the world still has a place for you in it?"

"That's not for me to decide. But I'll fight for it… even if I must stand alone."

The dome shattered—not in rejection, but in release.

Above, the comet flared a second time—blazing brighter—and then split into three trails across the sky.

The mountain trembled slightly as the Starbound Order began to kneel, one by one.

He didn't lower his head, only gave Andrew a thin smile.

"Well… now you've got followers."

Andrew sighed, barely catching his breath.

"I don't want followers. I want allies."

"Then lead us into the storm, Shadowbearer. The gods won't wait forever."

In a temple half-buried beneath the Sea of Dunes, Kaelreth sat cross-legged before a monolith carved with names long thought erased by time.

A whisper—deep, cosmic—rattled the bones of the room.

Behind him, shadows began to rise from the sands—former kings, traitors, dead gods returned by foul rituals. He was not alone anymore.

Chapter 47: Judgment of the Stars