Ranma turned his head and looked towards the small pack that he knew belonged to his mother. It was a smooth, violet silk. What truly had his attention however, was the sheathed sword that was wrapped onto the bag with what looked like leather straps.
Staring at the designs on the sheath, Ranma noticed the most recurring pattern was a golden and black eye with a bronze pupil. This confused Ranma as this was not the Saotome Family Crest of the horse in mid-gallop in front of a crimson bonsai tree.
Though not realising why, perhaps to satisfy curiosity, Ranma felt the urge to look at the sword. He felt what almost was a need within him. He reached towards the sword and gripped the hilt. And his hands were locked on it.
Ranma wanted to scream out as he felt violently powerful energy surge through his young being, yet his jaw was locked. He saw images pass across his vision... And soon, what sounded like a poem began in the back of his head, in a female voice...
One hundred heroes challenged the dark labyrinth of Death.
Ranma could see visions of an army of many different beings, humans, elves, dwarves, lycanthrope, all fighting against ogres, trolls, and demons of all sorts.
Many who fought against the fathomless darkness still remain below, as stone-cold corpses.
However...
It was then the vision shown the aftermath of the battle, so many broken corpses and blood lay scattered around an area made from stone.
At last a ray of light reached the deepest depths of the labyrinth.
Seven Heroes defeated the god of evil. Six of them survived.
Ranma saw the image of a blond haired woman, in white armor and cape, falling down into a puddle of her own blood, her iron spiked-mace dropping to the side. He swore he could hear the whispered name of 'Flaus'.
The world was saved.
Ranma was treated to the image of six shadowed figures standing among ruins before a deep pit of flame, which a large, inhuman form was falling into.
One was the knight, King Fahn of Valis, clad in white armor and wielding a sacred sword.
Ranma saw the image of a blonde-haired man, who was a figure of purity and strength. His white armor was outlined with gold and covered in red crosses. His sword was glowing with a white light.
One was the warrior Beld, the Dark Emperor. He lost his soul to the god of evil in battle.
The image Ranma saw was a hulking man with long, wild red hair. He wore mis-matching pieces of black leather and metal armor, with a tiger's pelt wrapped around him for a shroud. He held a black sword which pulsed a violet-colored aura.
One was the Dwarf, King Flaive, the last king of the lost kingdom of stone.
The image this time was of a short, stout man. His hair was white and he had a long beard. He wore dark iron armor, a horned helmet like a viking, a weilded one large gold halbred.
One was the sage and sorceror, Wort, who possessed infinite knowledge.
Ranma could see the image of a stern-looking man with black hair, that, while thinning in the front, was long in the back. He wore druid robes and carried a wooden staff with a red jewel.
One was the Marfa Cleric, Neese, who was devoted to complying with the laws of nature.
Ranma could see the image of a young woman with long black hair white robes. She had a golden circlet on her head which was a simple gold chain with a crescent-moon pendant.
And the last the silent sorceror, warrior, and messenger of light who fled, without giving her name. It was she who restored light to the darkness.
The final image is one of a lanky woman who is smirking. She is wearing intricately-patterned gold and silver armor, a bustling red cape with an emerald clasp, a sword to her side, and an intricately-pattered helmet, which covers the upper-half of her head, as almost to hide her identity.
Meanwhile, as Pirotess was checking over the contracts Genma made, she then felt a powerful force behind her. Turning her head, she saw that Ranma had unsheathed the sword that both the Dark Emperor Beld and the Dark Knight Ashram had possessed, Soul Breaker... And currently, her son had unsheatehed it, and its power was pulsing in sync to Ranma's Life Force...
She started into a sprint towards her son, but was pushed back by the release of energy... When she was stopped against a tree, Pirotess stared. She saw the Ranma was allright, and that the small boy, while having trouble lifting the Soul Breaker, was actually holding onto it.
"Could he possibly have the power to tame the dark sword which can crush souls?" Pirotess thought to herself as she walked towards her son. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she asked, "Ranma, how did you unsheathe that sword? Only those that the sword allows may touch it."
Ranma, who looked like he was out of it for a second looked at his mother. He saw that she looked worried and he looked guilty. "I'm sorry mom. I'll never touch the sword again, I promise." He said as he tried pushing the large sword back into its sheathe. He personally, did not know what to make of that sowrd once it had shown him all those images, and personally, he would be glad not to use it.
Pirotess however, was intrigued. Could it be that it took a pure soul to hold onto Soul Breaker without being corrupted by the darkness within the sword?
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