"This Is Your Story"

[Zotar]

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There was once a young lad of implecible cunning and wit, and a knck for trouble. It was destiny that this lad would venture far and wide, fall in love, vanquish many foes, and thus he would be caught up in the events that lead up to the creation of the Heartbraker Blade. This legendary sword would encase the vary soul of the woman who this young lad loved and then tragically struck down in his anger. This tale began in a small village and this lads name was Drake....

[Cat eye]

Drake was part of a small town that wanted nothing to do with the Emperor's conquest. Blake was the town blacksmith who was talented at making unique swords with intricate designs. Even though the town did not need the blacksmith for anything except welding broken medal together, Drake continued to do what he was best at, making swords. He always thought to himself: Someone will come and will need my expertise.

[JET73L]

One day, a stranger approached Drake's forge and did as had been hoped by Drake for many a year: He asked that the smith create a sword for him. Though overjoyed, Drake was wary, for the stranger wore the guise of a high-ranking member of the Emperor's army. Seeing the caution, and realizing the villager's gaze rested upn his clothing, the stranger disclaimed, "oh, no, this is not my uniform, for I would hold no such position with the empire. I could summarize why I'm here and why I need this sword, from you, if you wish."

[Zotar]

Drake already had plenty of his hand forged blades avalible. Drake offered some of his best blades to the stranger but the stranger turned them all down exept for two.
"What is that one?" he said pointing at one in the corner.
"Mine, thats what it is." said Drake "I made that one for myself. It's not for sale."
"It's Beautiful." said the stranger. "Have you got a name for it?"
"Doesn't have one yet, I was thinking something like 'Heartpeircer ' or 'Soulbraaeker'." Drake said reaching into a box behind a table. "But if you like that one, you might like its conterpart." he pulled a sheathed sword out of the box and handed it to the stranger. "Knock yourself out...but not literally."
The Stranger drew the blade. It was decorated in a simalar fashion to the one in the corner, but in negative colors. The stranger was deeply awed by the blade. He wispered, "Nega, Its name is Nega." Then he said, "How much do you want for it?"
"1,000 Slivers sir."
"I'll give you 2,500 Slivers young sir. A masterwork like this deserves more than than mere coin my boy. Were did you learn such skill?"
The stranger's offer left Drake speechless for a moment. 1000 Slivers was enough for a mule, but 2,500 Slivers was a field to plough it with. "I don't know what to say sir."
"Than don't say anything!" exclaimed the stranger setting a large sack of coins on the table. "I'll tell many of my fellows about you. Now lets see..." He began sorting 100-piece Slivers and counting them out of his money bag. Finally, when there were 25 of them, he stashed away his money bag and handed the bounty to Drake. "What is you're name young lad?"
"Drake, sir." said he with a little hesitation.
"Rant's my name. I think you've earned that coin today, Drake. Spend it well and may theifs know the edge of you're blade. Now, i must be off to battle."
And the stanger dressed in the garb of the empire departed to the West, the sword Nega slung over his shoulder, leaving Drake with almost as much money as village mayor.

[Son of Sephiroth]

Drake was left in awe. He had never been particularly poor, but in the space of 10 minutes, he'd become the righest man in town! Giddy with excitement he began to plan ways to spend it, greed filling his heart. but then a thought came across his mind. What was there to buy? This town was small, and nothing in it was worth very much. He looked once more out to the west, Where the stranger had gone. He decided. it was time for a small adventure.
"Just a small one though" he though to himself. he took his nameless sword, put on his best walking boots, said goodbye to his freinds and set off.

Small adventure. Some chance.

[JET73L]

A week into his adventure, hopel;essly lost, and completely out of food, Drake started to bemoan his situation. "Why did I have to go on this accursed journey?" he asked himself. "I could have spent the rest of my life comfortably in the village, perhaps moving to the castle town to the north. No, I had to go off in search of better things. And what did that get me? A bag full of silvers, and not even a crust of bread to buy with it."
"Well, if it's bread that you want, I could offer you that, but if it's a goal for your quest, I have that too."
Drake shied at the stranger who had seemed to appear out of nowhere. "What do you mean? Who are you?"
The stranger laughed. "Who I am means little, but what I mean is much. You may want to know now, but are you sure you would take on a quest so perilous, few even attempt the first leg of the journey?"

[Morgana]

"The journey isn't half as important as the destination," Drake began, drawing his sword. He placed the point on the stranger's neck, saying, "Now tell me your name before I kill you. Whatever you have, I need not. So tell me your name and begone."

[Firesnake]

The stranger suddenly caught flame and his body went to ashes. The only thing Drake heard was a terrifying laughter. Drake quickly took all the stuff the stranger had left and went on on his journey. But he never forget the terrifying laughter.

[Morgana]

Less than an hour later, drake encountered a horse that was seemingly left there for him...he called a name horse came to him...the name was the name of his lover back in the village, "Rosaly."