The Quest For The Nine Black Swords; Curse of Melancholy

For every step Kretze took, Sessamaru doubled. His eyes stared into Kretze. Something behind the murderous, but promising orbs, was sympathy, was pity... was fear. The sword halted. An eye opened upon its guard, looking to and fro, the purple orbs practically smiling. A scabbard of obsidian-leather lay beside Kretze foot. It held magic, and it was large enough for a greatsword, similar to Sessamaru's.

 

Kretze knew if he turned away he would surely die but if he faced him he would surely die, he had no choice. He nudged the scabbard towards Sessamaru hoping it would slow him down giving him a chance to escape. Water began to wrap around Kretze's right arm and his syth.

 

The scabbard touched the hell-sword, making Sessamaru's arm cock back, keeping the scabbard away from the sword. "Keep still, this'll only take a moment," He whispered.

 

Kretze sent a splash of water at Sessamaru and grabbed the Scabbard then began holding it up with his syth.

 

The water only drenched the albino, but the sword protected his eyes with its ominous aura. He lunged the sword forward, toward Kretze heart.

 

Kretze put the scabbard in the way his syth behind it blocking the blow

 

The blade recoiled before it got anywhere near the scythe, the scabbard's sealing charm harming the blade. Sessamaru's body began to swagger, but it was unnoticable due to the afterimage. He moved too fast for a mortal's eye to take note. He swung the blade in a wide semi-circle.

 

Kretze attempted to catch sword in the scabbard

 

As the sword slid into the scabbard, a chilling, most horrifying knick came across Kretze knuckles. The blade not only cut Kretze, but the blade also cut his soul, wounding him in both ways. Sessamaru fell back, the sword and scabbard both falling with him. Sessamaru was in a daze, but his malady seemed to be cured. As he held the sword, he felt stronger and better, but he was exhausted, and not even a demon-relic could cure that. He rested against the Fable Stone, which slowly turned black, crumpled away as if it were an hourglass. Sessamaru slepted, the demon-blade's possessionary tactics sealed within the scabbard. He rested, the intelligence and wisdom the blade had gave way into Sessamaru's mind... All of it were also secrets in which the blade disliked to give away...

 

Kretze held his hand griping his knuckles, his entire body was shuddering.

 

Played By: overload
Name: saika
Age: 15
Race: Daar'ke
Appearance: (her clothes when she walks around town)
Weapons: blade
Major Area of Magic: geomancy
History: a Daar'ke with a dark past, she was always the victim of everything, but she can change her eyes just like rexejon, why that is, is a secret, she hopes that she can learn many things of rexejon, and hopes she can become as klarinette
Other: likes to have a victim she can torture

bic: ''can somebody tell me were we going'' asked fleugel while walking
''well we are going to a mountain, in that mountain we can find the sword 'midnight' '' said trommel while walking ''uhm but they have told me midnight is a sword who apears only at midnight'' said saika sitting on trommels right neckside ''yes we know but on that mountain we are setting our camp'' said rexejon while walking and klarinette sat on a horse and geist was also walking but was looking to his cards

 

Hours past, the timeless forest dead, as was the Fable Stone, one of the Nine in Dhar'khome. In the North, were the mountains. The Moonshadow Mountains, where the moonlight strikes down in its perfect zenith at midnight, is where the Fable Stone of the North is located. Midnight was perfectly placed there. Sessamaru knew this, for that was what the Sword told him. Shadowbane chuckled her laughter, for even though she could still give Vitality to the green-eyed albino, he would eventually have to restock the power. In doing so, Shadowbane steals a larger portion. Soon, she would be ultimately be powerful. She will Manifest. Only she stole the secret from the world, from the stone. Only she knew. She chuckled and was then silenced as Sessamaru regained consciousness. She stole much from him as well, but kept it her little Secret. He stood up as if he had no malady, and walked perfectly straight, sane once again.

"Are you alright, Kretze?" He asked, his voice clearer.

 

"Yes tis but a scratch" Kretze lied he was unsure on what affect the sword had on his power but he knew he had not just been hit phsyically but his soul was damaged and he was unsure if he should question it

 

"I apologize..." He whispered, lamenting. He clutched the sword, feeling a strange, inhumane symbiosis. He knew that he was as healthy as a horse, as powerful as a bull, and as fast as light. He felt lighter, better. He didn't want to get rid of the sword. Not soon, anyway. "Time to search the north, I suppose."

 

"Yes" Kretze said wrapping water around his hand like bandages.

 

Sessamaru nodded, walking towards the mountains through the grey, the black, and the white. He walked, feeling as if his hand was to slide the blade out of its seal. And he did. But, the sword released a pleasured moan, draining the air of its magic. The area about them became the normal greens and browns, leaving it healthy, if not drained. The sword reluctantly slid itself back into its sheathe. Sessamaru was amazed, but continued walking, not daring to question it. He already had the answer. "Chronosoul Magi..." He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. They walked towards the Mountains.

 

rexejon stopped before a mountain
''above this must be a temple'' said rexejon and started to climb and the rest followed

 

Kretze was following Sessamaru like normal except that the water around his hand slowly froze and became an ice like cast upon his hand the cold helped heal his physical injury.

 

"Ice will give that wound a nasty scar. It will give you hypothermia and it'll slow the blood dangerously," Sessamaru spoke loosely without looking at Kretze. He stared at the upcoming mountain. Seven hours close to the blacksword. He shook his head again, feeling the strange melancholy in his soul.

 

"Yes, I know", Kretze said coldly, "My bodys condition isn't of any relavance to me"