in a place far removed from here…
The Way of Blue, the Crimson Court and the Sunlight Council. These three distinct schools of magic have emerged, and each has forged holy weapons of immense power; for each, a sword imbued with the school’s core magical abilities. One would hope that these powers would be used for good.
However, one knows that the world has almost always been one of haves and have-nots. The Trisect Academy, home of these powerful schools of magic, has made it their mission to keep it that way. By keeping the holy weapons of each school under lock and key in the Academy, and by planting the seeds of magical power in the minds of a select few students, the Headmaster has ensured that this imbalance of power remains in the Academy’s favor. Until now.
Our protagonist has had enough of the status quo. Having snuck into the Academy under the guise of becoming a magical apprentice, the protagonist has a one-track mind: steal the three holy swords, and rid the Academy of the Headmaster. At the cost of being known forever as the Heretic, the protagonist must restore the balance of this world, once and for all.
“The Way of Blue really wasn't overselling the beauty of this relic... “
“It’s radiating a kind of magical energy, nothing like the kinds I’ve practiced before.”
“Somehow, I feel lighter around it. My cloak is moving as if there was a breeze, but I don’t see any open windows…”
“I think I’ve taken enough time to admire this thing. Time to take it and put it to use!”
“This thing… It has the general shape of a sword, at best.”
“But there’s something wrong with it. Many things wrong with it.”
“It’s too big, too thick, too heavy, and too rough. It’s more like a large hunk of blood-red iron that’s been cut into aggressively, forming these teeth, like a saw.”
“And that energy… It’s like it’s constantly screaming. Not at me, but at everything. I feel rage just by being near it.”
“It’s a holy item in name only. By taking this, I’m damning my enemies as much as I’m damning myself.”
“I have the Sunlight Council to thank for that healing magic back home. All those cuts and bruises during training would have hurt a lot more otherwise…”
“This relic is their pride and joy, and that comes as no surprise.”
“Its golden glow is calming, like the late hours of the afternoon where the sun has only just begun to think about setting.”
“Is it even right to call this a sword? It doesn’t even have a hilt…”
“Whoever designed this knew that it wasn’t made to hurt anyone. However, touching the blade with my bare fingers lets off a shock of electricity, numbing them temporarily.”
