hundreds of years ago its said,
A human crafted a sword so magnificent, so beautiful, so pure.
that it held the soul of a god.
many fought over this blade.
Believing whoever owned it would surely rule with the gods on their sides.
For 300 years, they fought,
and no one came closer to claiming the blade theirs.
Until one day,
A lone soldier walks across the battlefield.
He dodged and ducked, but never once attacked.
He meets the guardian of the sword.
there it tells the man, draw your weapon.
The soldier refuses, he doesn't carry a blade.
The guardian tells the man, well then, I'll let you have the first punch.
The soldier says he doesn't hurt anything.
And so the demon tells him, go on take the sword, you have passed.
And the soldier just stands there looking around, then he calls to the guardian.
Look at what this blade has done, even though it has never been wielded, more blood has been shed by it than anything else in the world.
the guardian just looks at the man.
This soldier had a point.
This sword, this blessed sword, had been responsible for the deaths of countless people, how could it have the soul of a god within when all it brought was death and destruction.
You speak the truth
boasts the guardian, while grabbing the sword and thrusting it into the air.
And from this day forward, the sword will forever be lost.
The sword disappeared in a flash of light, as did the guardian.
the Soldier just looked around, it was finally over, there was no reason to fight anymore.
So the fighting ceased for a good five years.
until two groups claimed the land the sword was on as their own.
And so, War broke out again.
Even if you remove the cause of a problem, its human nature to just make another one.
so the world is doomed, and history will repeat.
until everything we know is turned to ash.
and then finally, we might have peace.
