After the elves and dwarves met and started making better and better weapons. eventually, the dwarves brought the machines they built to drill from down under to drill into the walls of the mountain. the elves and the dwarves got their best warriors together and broke into the mountain.

inside it was still as grand as it was previously but there were no more lights as they went further inside they could feel an essence inside but it was unlike any other essence ever before.

they made their way inside and found a crystal they could feel how dense the essence was from this crystal the elves and dwarves praised their gods for such a glorious creation. after a while, the elves figured out how to access the information and named it the codex. they sent the codex to the dwarves for they had better knowledge about the world than them, the information surprised both races.

a whole history and knowledge of an entire race that caused their own downfall the warriors must have been fierce for they could use no magic and they did not have the abundant resources of the deep dwarves or the magic of the elves.

100 years after the knowledge that was uncovered from the codex. a blacksmith and his apprentices were exploring ancient ruins and found a piece of forgotten soul-steel.

The gods watched as the humans perished but could do nothing about them, the other races were progressing slowly compared to them, who would have thought that without the gifts of the other races they would become so advanced that they even ended up creating a new god the god of knowledge born after enough knowledge was crammed into a single point that the essence was changed into the essence of knowledge creating a new god to govern that essence, the god of war was weakened when his race perished but there were still warriors of the other races so he did not fade away.

after the praise from the blacksmith holding an ancient and worn blade, old man steel went to go talk to the god of crafting because, she had been found after 1260 years she was finally found, now they had to manipulate the thoughts of the mortals to make the best weapon they can for her using the best materials they could get by mortal hands

The dwarves spent 10 years studying the sword blade no one had seen a saber before, curved blades were for fighting in fields and open areas only the elves made curved blades with their wood but this was soul-steel a forbidden technique long that was never to be used. a curved blade made of metal, no one had made one before they sent the old blade to the grand blacksmith he studied it and then started making saber blades but they would snap and break easily where he attached the hilt. he could swear that the blade was emitting an aura of disappointment.

the blade watched as these childlike people studied her and finally going to a single workshop with a single person inside and sword blades everywhere, she still could not get her intentions across so she thought for a while a long long while. then the essence of knowledge started to condense in the blade finally she reached out with her mind and pushed her thoughts to the childlike figured that didn't grow in the 20 years she had been in the shop

the old dwarf was about to give up making a curved blade of metal. when an image popped into his head it was an image of the saber the old man wielded his whole life, he started hammering right away and then finnaly after many many repeats of the curved blade he reached for the old blade on the wall and put it in the forge

the blade was then forged into a bar and then reforged into a new saber blade but then before he finished the saber with the materials laying around the shop he put the blade down then went out to find the elves to make handle of the blade

While left alone in the ship she reached for the fire and tried to move the fire in the forge but instead, It went out and she felt tired again so she slept

after the 30 years spent forging the sword that he suddenly felt compelled to send to the elves to complete he came back into the room the forge was out and the blade seemed to be asleep he noticed there was no essence of the fire left in the forge but instead in the blade now, he realised that the steel was alive

while she was sleeping she was sent to the elves, she awoke in the hands of a new man that was tall and slender, with pointed ears, she realised then that they weren't humans, who were they? the man with pointed ears took her into the workshop she saw as the man started making handles for the other sabers but she wanted hers to be different when he put the handle on it felt wrong so she rejected it and it exploded outwards leaving splinters of wood in the hands of the tall man.

the elf in charge of crafting the handles for the sabers noticed the blade was different than the rest. this one was special so he sent it to the best craftsman the elves had. this time the elf was a girl she took the blade and felt the many essences inside the blade she decided to make the blade the best handle that had ever been created for a sword just before she was about to shape the handle an image of the completed blade appeared in her mind the same image the dwarf had the old mans saber so she created with the best wood a handle that matched the image but with the best materials possible she left the sword by the tree to and went to take a rest. when she returned the essence of nature in the area was gone and now inside the sword, it would be some time before she could use this place as a crafting spot again

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the blade now completed sought a wielder one worthy to wield her but not anyone would do only the best warrior that would fight to protect friends and not just to gain fame and position in their governments

The saber was presented to the scion of the elves, the saber noticed the codex it sent its intentions to the scion who took her there and the blade reached out towards the codex when she touched it instead of turning to dust like the rest of it only the information was transferred and she cried and the thoughts she projected were enough for the scion to understand that she was once of the human race and that her race was gone. the scion didn't know what to do with the blade it had just spoken to her and the blade had a multitude of essences inside of it, so she prayed to the gods

in the realm of the gods old man steel was walking around and found the old man of war and was talking about a certain saber that was being constructed on the world when a prayer came for the old man of war 'what do I do with this blade of no name that has gained the abillity to speak and has the all of the essences it can hold?' the old man of war looked where the prayer came from and the saber made of the only the best materials with the soul so old that even the gods wouldn't be able to send it back into the cycle. He looked back at Old man steel and said "I have seen the saber that fate has brought about" he looked back at the elf woman holding the blade and made the first decree in his entire existence

the woman just sent her prayer and almost thought it would go unanswered when the presence of an old god obviously weakened but still strong with the aura of war "I name the blade 'Immortal sword' and its weilder will be immortal the protector of friends and the slayer of tyrants." there was a pause here "the protector of the realm" he stated solemnly

Old man steel looked at the weakened old man of war and said: "was that a statement to start a war to gain your strength back and recover from being an 'old man' back to being a god again?"

the old man of war chuckled "maybe"

the blade that was laying in the hands of the scion suddenly said to the woman 'sheath, cannot rest without a sheath' the scion almost jumped out of her skin and hurried back to the craftsman who gave her the sword. quickly passing the completed blade to the craftsmen and telling her the name of the sword before rushing back inside to tell the world of the gods decree.

a plain sheath was quickly made for the saber and as she was put inside of it the agitated air in the presence of the blade was calmed down and words came clearer to the craftsman now that the presence of the sword was calm 'the next one that will draw me will become immortal, but if they do not qualify they will die' the swords presence then faded back into being undetectable the craftsman knew she was not the one to draw the sword so she took it back to the scion relaying what the sword told her

in the years to come the sword spent a long time in the elves possession with no wielder as the elves and dwarves fought becomming better and better warriors as they did so. eventually the first one to try and wield the sword appeared he reached out for the sword holding the sheath in one hand he tried to pull the sword out and a question from the sword came at him 'what will you do if you use the blade' the man responded out loud "I will serve the ruler of the elves and dwarves to make the world peaceful and slay that which harms the world" right after that he exploded and the sword in the sheath fell to the ground sorrounded by blood and a thought came from the sword to all watching 'do not send the ones that follow blindly for they are fools' and everyone gulped no one wanted to go against a sword who just exploded someone

few more years past and new potential wielders came by, all exploded the people started to fear the sword a little.

the first dwarf came to try the sword when he tried to draw the sword it asked him the same question and he stated out loud "To protect that which is important to us all" he didn't explode the people watching were about to cheer for the first wielder of the immortal sword when the sword in question spoke to all 'You are not suited to wield a sword like me, stick with your straight swords' and blew the dwarf back without killing him, it was not his fault that he qualified but had no training with curved swords

many attempts later no one watched people try to draw the sword anymore, and no one could draw it so anyone from children of dwarfs to the oldest of elves were allowed to try to draw the sword most died but those that lived all said the same thing 'you must be able to wield a saber to be her wielder'. Far away in the city-mountain was a pair they had heard the legend surrounding the sword, only the best warrior who fights not for country but for friends could become the wielder. one was a dwarf she trained all her life with the saber she was now old enough to be considered an adult, and the other was an elf he like her trained all her life with the saber. but only the best could become the wielder so they had to battle. In this battle the dwarf was slain she was there with a broken saber and her elven friend holding her head as she died, she said to him "become the wielder of the immortal sword and protect us I will return first may you have adventures far greater than anyone before you" she paused for some shallow breaths "Don't worry yourself over me for long I wouldn't want that" and the elf cried for his friend, there can only be one on the path to becoming the best.

this new elf looked sad to the sword as it watched him approach when he grabbed the sword she knew she could feel the friendship this man held dear and allowed herself to be wielded and sent her essence into him making him immortal and changing his body to that of a better warrior

The town the Immortal sword was held in, was not a busy town but today it was, there was the screaming of a man as his body became hard, his bones condensed and the essence changed his soul, then the awe from the pressure of the first immortal being born in the world.