A hushed wind settled over the temple grounds, a whirlwind of fallen leaves ripping across the cracked ground. The soft sounds of dripping liquid echoed throughout the desolate area, the breaths of a humanoid increasing as the sounds of slipping steel filled the silence. “And so the burden becomes yours....” The haggard voice of a withered old man choked out, his hand releasing a large blade that came crashing to the ground before another. “...Forgive me for what I've done.” The large blade ruptured, it's metal frame reshaping itself rapidly only to appear lifeless once more. “M-Master...I didn't want this...” Another uttered, a clawed gauntlet releasing a broken old sword as he sank to his knees before the body of the fallen. The boy seemed to have the build of a human, the jagged black horns jutting from his head appearing to be the only thing that set him apart. “What have you done?!” The call was lost to him, the sounds of steel causing his ears to perk up as the horned boy reached out and took the large blade for himself. “Murderer, you will not escape this temple!” Others had gathered now, many of them clutching blades as they prepared themselves for combat. The horned boy did not bother to explain himself, his feet carrying him away from the crowd with the sword in hand. “Do not let him escape!” A shout came, the hallowed ground of the temple appearing to run out beneath the horned boy's feet. He stood on an expansive cliff face, a violent sea licking at the jagged rocks that appeared to claw at the sky. He turned briefly, a group of students brandishing weapons behind him as he approaches the edge. “You will pay for your crimes you non human filth!” The call was the last thing the boy heard as he cast himself off the cliff, the very world going black as he allowed fate to take hold.
“Wake up boy...I haven't got enough power to keep you afloat and I will not have us sinking to the bottom of the sea.” Light filtered through the boy's eyes all at once, a fleeting sunset greeting him as he was tossed around in the current rapidly. “Swim you fool, my power fades!” The horned boy is tossed around wildly, his arms churning forward only to carry him off towards the distant shore. It seemed to take hours before the horned boy was washed ashore, his clawed gauntlets digging into the soft sand to pull himself up. “So you do have a will to live...Very good boy.” A voice assaulted his mind, his chest reeling as he hunched over coughing up water onto the beach. “Who....Who are you?” The horned boy asked, his head turning from one side to the other in search of the voice that seemed to echo inside his head. “Behind you boy!” The voice shouted, it's powerful voice cracking slightly as his clawed gauntlet gripped the blade and removed it from his back. “That's better...I don't have much time to explain this to you with such a charge...” The horned boy embedded the sword into the sand before him, it's surface taking on light as it spoke. “The previous owners core has been shattered, and you as the new master must find the core constructed for you.” Before the boy could open his mouth to ask a question the sword continued, “The blade will act as a guide, and even without my voice you will feel the pull....” He had conceded to simply listening, his single blue eye examining the blade carefully. “And before you get any ideas, if you do not power me again you will suffer a fate worse than death.” The horned boy pulled himself to his feet, his hand clutching the blade only to mount it to his back by some kinetic force. “What is your name boy?” The question appeared to be the last of the blades energy, it's light quickly fading afterwords. “Atlas...My name is Atlas.” The horned boy replied, his feet shakily carrying him forward down the beach.
Atlas wondered for a moment, the pull the blade mentioned appearing to overwhelm his senses almost immediately as he made his way onto the stone path. A chilling wind set in, the horned boy's wet clothing causing him to shiver as he gazes back at the bleeding sun. “I will catch my death out here...The swords call can wait.” He mutters searching his clothing for a single pouch, a few tarnished coins greeting him as he pulls the strings to check the contents. “Well at least I still have this...Thank you master...” He mutters turning his attention to the small port town that lay before him. Life seemed almost hushed at this twilight hour, the powered lamps casting yellowed lights on the cobblestone path below. Atlas was familiar with enough of the town to find his way, the sounds of a nearby inn appearing to be booming above all else. A clawed hand rested upon the door, the horned boy leaning into the heavy wooden surface as he opened it. A haze of smoke wafted out before him, the soft silence now filled with the voices of many as he stumbled into the room. Many paid him no mind, his horns really being the only thing that appeared to set him apart from the others in the room. “Can I help you darlin'?” The voice had caught him off guard, his single eye locking of the gruff woman that ran the inn. “Y-Yes...I want to reserve a room here.” Atlas spat out, his clothing still soaking from his dip in the sea. “I can see that dear.” The woman replied looking him over as she produced a key for him and pressed it into his hand. “Go get dry dear, then you and I can discuss payment...And watch those horns dear.” She shooed the horned boy away, her eyes locked on him as he moved through the tables carefully. “So a new master has come.” She muttered to herself, her hand caressing the hilt of the blade at her side.
Atlas threw open the door to the room, the amenities held within allowing him everything he could so desire. The horned boy quickly stripped out of his odd black clothing, the line above a wash tub appearing to be rather adequate for his drying needs. He was ill prepared for such a journey, but the clothing found within the room seemed to be rather fitting for the moment. It took but a moment longer before the horned boy emerged, the blade mounted to his back appearing to be held there by some mystic force. Few paid him any mind as he slid into a back booth, the blade on his back shifting to ensure that the both of them would fit. A large tankard was set before the boy, its frothy contents overflowing from the container as it was pushed towards him. “Watch yourself here, the relic you hold is something of legend.” The woman flashed him a smile as she faded into the crowd, the horned boy reaching out to take the tankard only to gingerly drink from it. He wondered just what it was she had spoke of, his eyes darting around the room briefly before simply allowing his mind to wonder. Atlas was lost in that moment, the weight of the task upon his shoulders now catching up to him. The horned boy remained silent and lost to the world around him, his blank gaze showing just how oblivious he had become.