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

Chapter 48: Return to the Ashes

It no longer felt like the crumbling streets of Andrew's youth. The smell of coal fires, the iron scent of sweat and poverty—those remained, but something else lingered now.

When Andrew crossed through the eastern gates flanked by newly posted guards, the people stared—not in hatred, not with scorn, but something worse:

Some whispered his name. Others bowed their heads or grabbed their children and fled.

Word of his triumphs had reached them—his duel with the prince, his wielding of Ashren, and the celestial trials—but so had the rumors.

"He carries the shadow inside him.""They say he once ruled a world and burned it down.""The gods watch him now. Waiting."

Andrew walked in silence through the lower district where he had once slept in barns and stole bread with bruised fingers.

Mihai trailed behind, his cloak swaying.

"They look at you like a prophecy they didn't ask for," he said."That's exactly what I am."

Inside the royal palace, King Tharyn—father of the prince Andrew had defeated—stood surrounded by advisors. He was an aging monarch now touched with paranoia. His son had lost to a boy from the streets, and in that loss, Velmora had lost its hold over the tournament.

"You return as a champion," the king said coldly. "Or a threat?"

Andrew stood before him without bowing.

"Neither. I return as a warning. The enemy we face doesn't care about your borders. They're building armies of the forgotten."

"And you want Velmora to follow you?"

"No. I want you to stand with me."

Then the king, bitter but not blind, relented.

"You'll have your month. But know this, Shadowbearer—if you fall, we will not follow your ashes."

Andrew left the palace that night and walked into the alleyway where he once lived.

A small boy peeked from a broken cart, clutching a wooden sword.

"You're the man from the stars," he whispered.

"No," he said. "I'm the man who knows what it's like to sleep hungry and dream too big."

Then he stood, gazing at the starlit sky.

"North," Andrew said. "To the city where the gods once fell. If we're building an army—"

He narrowed his eyes as wind stirred around him.

"—we start with the place even the shadows avoid."