A random opening for a story I wrote. Pay it no heed. In fact just pretend I didn't even post anything.
The Eternal Castle In a world devastated by fear, he came. A hopeful prophet of chaos, harbinger of change, bringer of death to the wicked and despair to the noble. With blade that shifted in many hues, he came, to sunder pretension and delusion, that bitter, merciless truth might ravish the foolhardy. And so did this warrior of light, garland, bring chaos to the rich and tainted land, and so did he undermine reality itself. Chapter 1: Summoned He sat at the edge of the beach, watching the waves lap away at his armored feet. How long had he been sitting here? Glancing up at the skies, he could see that the sun’s ruthless rays beat down mercilessly upon him, his gleaming armor, a polished black that glittered in the sun, weighed heavy in that heat. Yet this specter, for that’s all he could even be called, felt not the heat, for he did not even have a pulse. A spirit perhaps, but more likely a summon, brought forth to the world by one...