The place was strange — just like the world of humans… except the people were animals.
Aron stood still, lost in thought.
He had never seen a place like this. Ethical, peaceful creatures roamed here — beasts, yet civilized. Cubs played with sticks as laughter echoed through the trees. The forest was wild, but the hearts within it were gentle.
Ray: "Aron?"
Aron snapped out of his thoughts.
"Yes?" he answered.
Ray: "Warrior, are you lost in thought?"
Aron: "Surely I am. I never knew a place like this existed. You… you were only myths in the books. But the more I move forward, the more truth I uncover."
Ray: "Indeed, Warrior. We may look like animals, but we are far more. Our strength is of spirit, not just form. But come… it is time you meet our Master."
Aron: "Of course," he replied with a nod and a soft smile.
Together, they walked calmly through the sacred land. Aron could feel eyes watching him — the Tigers. One by one, they slowly stepped forward and knelt down around him. He was surrounded.
Aron paused — surprised, but moved.
Then he too knelt, humbly.
"It is an honor," he whispered.
Ray: "They've waited long to meet the one who would protect the world."
They continued walking, until finally they reached the edge of a dark cave. The entrance felt cold — like the breath of an ancient grave.
Ray: "You must go alone now, Warrior. I'll follow soon."
Aron stepped inside. The light behind him faded. Darkness welcomed him with silence. He could barely see anything — until a voice echoed through the shadows.
???: "Indeed… a warrior you are. I smell vengeance in your blood. It is an honor to meet the holder of the Black Blade."
From the darkness, the figure emerged — an aged beast, the oldest in the village. His eyes shone with centuries of memory.
Aron: "Are you the Master? Ray told me about you."
Kron: "Indeed, I am. My name is Kron. And yours would be Aron."
Aron: "He said you know the secrets of the sword. I want to know everything… from the beginning. Why did it choose me?"
Kron: "I will tell you. But now, listen closely…"
"Long ago — hundreds of thousands of years before you were born — the world was beautiful.
Peaceful. Alive.
Humans lived in harmony with animals. The skies were clear, the mountains full of song.
But then… came Darkness.
A being beyond form. A shadow with a mind. He brought fire, death, and silence.
Alone, he destroyed the world. No man, no beast, no god could stop him. The lands burned. The forests screamed. He wanted to erase all life from existence — to end the chain of creation itself.
But even in darkness, there was light.
A being of purity — the last of its kind — watched the destruction. Too weak to fight, it forged a weapon:
A sword made not of metal… but of the elements.
Fire, stone, wind, water — even the breath of life itself was sealed inside it.
The sword was pure. So pure that darkness could not touch it.
But the Darkness grew smarter… and crueler.
He created 12 shadows — children of his own flesh. They were called the Children of Xeudeus.
Together, they hunted the light. And in time… they killed him.
But the blade survived.
Centuries passed…
And then, it chose its first true wielder: Norm.
A man as mighty as his name. He defeated the shadows. He ended the reign of darkness.
But the sword — once pure — had absorbed too much evil.
It became… the Black Blade.
And Norm… slowly changed.
The sword whispered to him, fed on his rage.
He was no longer just a warrior.
He was a curse… waiting to fall.
And in the end… he sacrificed himself to protect the people, to stop the sword from consuming everything."
Aron: "But… why didn't the Darkness die?"
Kron: "Because Darkness cannot be killed — until it takes human form.
And to take that form… he needs your blade.
That's why you were chosen — because you carry the key.
The Black Blade contains every element, every stone, every secret… including the one thing that binds him to the world:
The Black Stone of Death.
There is only one more in the world — hidden long ago in the flying city of Zackros.
Its king, in his final moments, passed the stone down in secret…
So the evil would come for him — and not for the world."
The Children of Xeudeus are still searching… for you — or the stone.
If they find either one, it will be enough.
Darkness will finally take human form.
And when that happens… only you, Aron, can end it.
Just like Norm — the first warrior.
He was powerful… maybe even more powerful than the darkness itself.
But strength wasn't enough. The blade he carried… it held possibilities beyond comprehension. It could see into memories… bend time… whisper truths.
Yet Norm knew so little of its true nature.
He fought bravely, but he was broken — inside.
Still, he didn't blame the sword.
He carried it… until it consumed him.
His soul was taken forever.
Aron… the blade now seeks your strength.
Don't be like Norm.
Don't let the blade consume you —
You must learn to consume the blade.
And when you are old enough to understand…
You will write your own future —
With your own hands."
Aron: "My future… with my hands? What does that mean?"
Kron:
"I cannot tell you everything now.
In time, as you grow stronger, the powers hidden within the blade will awaken.
Slowly, you'll come to understand everything.
So get stronger.
Rebuild the blade.
And destroy the darkness."
Aron stood there, silent.
His mind was clouded — torn between past and future.
"What did Kron mean?
The future… the blade… the memories...
Who was Norm, really?"
Then a thought struck him.
That dream… the man who appeared in it — was that Norm?
"I must grow stronger," he thought.
"I must avenge the world…
And I will kill the darkness — that's for sure."
Kron:
"Wait, Aron…
From this moment onward, your journey begins.
You must go to Wingman City.
And Ray… he will become one of your spirit animals.
You'll be able to call him by a special code — whenever you need him."
Suddenly, Ray stepped into the cave.
Ray: "Master. I am here."
Kron:
"Ray… your task is to guide him to Wingman City.
Protect him at all costs. This warrior holds the future of our world."
Ray: "As you command, Master.
Let's go, Aron."
Aron quickly grabbed his bag and climbed onto Ray's back.
Kron:
"Warrior…
A long journey lies ahead.
Spend your time wisely.
Grow stronger — stronger than even Norm.
Because now…
the fate of the entire world rests in your hands.
Go, Ray!"
Ray let out a mighty breath and bolted forward — his paws striking the earth like thunder.
Through the trees, across the winds, and into destiny…
The journey had begun.:
Far away…
A small boy sat by a window.
He slowly opened his palm…
Inside it lay a small, glowing black stone.
The End.