-Are you really leaving? - unknown woman's voice said.

- Yes. I’m sorry. please give this sword to him.

-No! Give it to him yourself.

- As you wish. We will meet someday again.

The voices seemed to be arguing. Suddenly a loud sound of closing doors could be heard. A tall , young man , with a white hair and green eyes started walking away from the capital. With every step

a loud tremor could be heard. His steps weren’t heavy. They were

just so powerful. Eventually land started cracking beneath him.

His long red cape was swinging on this powerfully blowing wind.

The pressure emitting from him was indescribable. The trees were falling down. He was walking like that for a long time. The path he

followed was covered in cracked ground , fallen trees and even

the sky was splitted into two sites with a beam leading to the house

from where the white haired man was walking away. The night

sky that should have been black , covered in stars ,

was now in colors of dark pink or purple , while the other site

was in a dark and light blue tone. Some strange , comforting voice spoke:

- I , who stand at the top of the heavens, curse this child. His soul

will belong to me , he will become my  faithful servant.

The mysterious white haired man started crying. He was sinking

into the depth of one of the deepest voids - into the void of despair.

He was crying all night long. Even the sky was back to normal.

The breeze of the early morning calmed him down a little.

He was cursing the world itself for bestowing this fate upon him.

Only if it was him who could decide this fate.

He was covered in mud from wandering all night.

He saw a big formation of  Stones.  He came closer to it.

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He saw a small entrance to some cave. He walked into it.

The environment started to change around him. It was no longer

a cave , but something more like an ancient trail. The

walls were decorated by almost not visible paintings and mosaics.

He saw  stairs and started to walk down them. They curved into a perfect circle. Stone stairs , probably made by something ancient,

ended with a dead end.He was really surprised , as he was feeling

something powerful at the end of the stairs. He pulled his hand towards the wall. The surroundings started to change once again.

Now it has transformed into a very beautiful room with rich decorations. Walls were painted in a dark pink color with purple and blue paintings. There were some flowers that grew out of the wall.

They also had a dark pink tone. It also seemed to have lighting

without a source. It wasn’t a brightest light , but it was still

visible there. In the middle of the room stood a holder with

a dark blue sword on it. As he was walking towards the sword

he started to feel deep despair and rage. It had a symbol engraved on the sheath of the sword saying “curse” . With his unyielding

willpower he started to move again closer to the sword.

He had the sword in the palm of his hand , when the walls , floor and the ceiling of the room started to shake. It seemed like a really powerful earthquake. He unsheathed the sword , revealing a black

blade. It started to emanate in something like a blue fire , with

an exception that it wasn’t hot. The ceiling started to collapse.

He jumped with the blade , cutting even the space itself , until he was again on the surface. A man in a black robe and white cape

approached the white haired man. He introduced himself:

-I am Scheat Alta. Leader of the Sin Church. What is your name?

He didn't get an answer , but even so the man cursed by the world

started following him.