The Legend of the Sword ~Middle Age Fantsy{Accepting!}(Open)

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria chuckled. "I haven't had a good fight in a while..." She said, sighing. Her father was getting old and she was getting better all the time. She blinked, twirling her sword through the air absentmindedly and listened to it whistle, a smile on her face.

[twistingDreams]

Thereus face hardened.
"If you want a fight, you might have to wait a while." he snapped.
He turned around.
"Now, it looks like the festival had begun."

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria rose an eyebrow and sheathed her sword, feeling the will to fight leave her. She frowned, touching Quinze and withdrawing her hand quickly when she felt bloodlust surge through her again.

[twistingDreams]

"Ah, the festival of Boulrock. I'll be on my way," Thereus said, walking into the hut then out into the merry town.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria shook her head, following him back to town. She needed to talk to her father about this. It was his sword, after all...

[twistingDreams]

The town was decorated with things to honor the great Boulrock.
His story was being told by the town elders and crowds of children listened.
One said, "I'll be the one to get the sword!"

I remember that was me when I heard the story...

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria listened to the familiar words of the tale and smiled. She remembered how she felt, listening to it for the first time. She walked back to her home, walking in and feeling a sense of dread. She let a scream come from her mouth before smothering it with a hand. Her father lay dead on the floor.

[twistingDreams]

The music kept playing and the villagers did not notice anything. But someone heard the scream. Thereus looked around.
"Huh?"
He looked around, seeing if he could find the person who screamed. He was his job to take care of the town and all in it.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria had collapsed on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes and her cries muffled by her hand.

[twistingDreams]

Thereus found the house and walked in.
He saw Xaria crying and her fathers body.
He knelt down next to her and placed one had on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry."