Hero's Blade

Stories tell of an ancient sword with two blades. One blade shone white and pure, and the other was crimson as fresh blood. Now the wielder of this blade was a great mage, who wanted nothing more than to bring peace to the worlds beyond his own. But the blade held much power, and the mage's aprentices rose up against him for control of the blade. The blade split itself into two mini double blades apon the mage's death, and flung itself into the dimensional rift on oposite ends of the spectrum. The white half, now called the OrionBlade, turned black and buried itself deep into the Shadowrealms. However, the red blades, now called Redstone, sought a heart to weild it, for it could not stand being idle. Throughout history, the crimson and gold blade passed from wielder to weilder, mending the roads between dimensions and worlds...battling the Shadowbeings that fed off the negativity of said worlds to strengthen their army and consume the universe.

Now Redstone finds itself being called to a little world with sentient beings...to find its new weilder and make him a hero of the ages.

The Shade is gathering....will the hero arise?
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Zelion woke, hands trembling.

"Another foreboding nightmare." He muttered to himself, rolling out of bed and slipping on his tunic. "Some would say that to dream once is chance, to dreamn twice is a sign, and to dream a third time is an omen. Well, I've myselfd an omen."

He stretched and headed outside, opening the door to his house with a sigh.

The boy with crimson hair had been abandoned since he was five. Ever since the Shade stole his parents and sister away, he'd lived on his own.

"Zelion!"

Well, maybe not completely on his own.

"Zelion come on! The princess is gonna come to the square today, and I want you looking your best."

That was the voice of his elder caretaker, Gramps, or as everyone else called him, Silas. Gramps was what Zelion called him, affectionately and in jest.

"Alrigh already, Gramps." the teen muttered.

He supposed it wasn't all bad, at least he had his friends, Milos and Charina suffering along with him.

Milos was a few years younger than he was, and was the most optomistic boy on their little world. The blond kid just didn't have it in him to be gloomy. This opften annoyed the grounded Zelion, but the older boy tolerated the kid. He was a loyal sort, and that earned him respect.

Charina was a gijinka kitty, and ginger as the root. She often got complim,ented for her bright chestnut coloring, and the blue hair that flowed like water down her back. Such a contrast between warm and cold made for quite a beautiful vision, but she was never vain. She was soft spoken and kind, and was a top-notch martial artist as well, often beating up wanna-be suiters.

(I'm hoping you'll be Charina XD)