Prologue: How Do You Kill a God He landed on his knees, his daikatana gripped tightly in his right hand. Blood dripped onto the ground as he clutched a small wound at his side. There were footsteps closing in on him. Inbetween the trees of the mass forest in the middle of Hytha wasn't going to hide him for long from Raven's omniscient vision. "Come out Wind Elf... Face me like you should have a long time ago." His voice far away yet so close, entered Blize's brain directly. He wasn't fighting an opponent that he was used to. He had been able to handle giants, demi-gods, hordes of demons, and even a council of elder beings, without much help before. But this was different. Raven was a god. Not only was he a god though. He was the God. The all powerful creator of this world. The footsteps drew closer and Raven placed his hand on Blize's shoulder. Blize turned around and stared at Raven's face. Everything about him had a glow to it. His pure white hair, his pale skin, even the pitch black blind fold he wore around his eyes. Raven smirked. "I found you. Now then... It's time to play." Raven took his hand off of Blize and quickly clapped them together, causing the trees surrounding them within a ten mile radius to collapse. "This should make for a better playing field. No place to hide." Raven drew his twin katanas and slung them at Blize who quickly blocked using all of his strength. He felt Raven's blades digging into his own with little to no effort. At this rate he'd be left without a weapon. Blize quickly summoned all of his strength and pushed Raven away, leaping backwards to distance himself. Once he regained his footing he quickly lunged at Raven, but was met with nothing as Raven appeared behind him. Blize turned around just in time to block a double bladed stab, adding more strain to his already war-weary blade. If only he could summon up some form of wind, he could turn this battle slightly in his advantage. Raven smiled at him and drew backwards. "How funny... Thinking you can try to use your silly wind techniques to overtake me. Too bad I drained all of your already puny magic energy." Raven let out a laugh and sheathed his blades, then took a stance. He let out a yell and a white crack in the ground shot towards Blize, who somersaulted into the air and landed back onto the ground. There was no way he was going to win this fight. Any more of those magical attacks and Blize was done for. He stood up and dashed towards Raven with his sword but was once again met with nothing. He turned around ready to block his blades once again, but Raven wasn't there either. He heard the crow of a raven in the sky and looked up to see a Raven as white as a dove flying in the night sky. "You bore me. Let's end this now." Blize felt these words burning into his brain like a hot flame. The raven flapped its wings twice and flew towards the ground at a high speed. He was going to dive bomb Blize and not only end his life but that of anybody within a fifty mile radius of the battle. Blize knew there was no use in trying to dodge this and took a defensive stance, ready to accept the fate. He felt his hair move against his forehead. Wind. His one chance to place the battle in his favor was finally here. He let the sudden gust envelope his body and he flashed up into the air next to the descending Raven. He took his blade and quickly slashed the bird from beneath, causing it to fly up into the night sky. But that wouldn't be enough. Blize took the gust and rode it up and once again met Raven, slicing him downwards. The bird transformed back into Raven's human form. Blize flashed back to the ground to meet him. Raven felt the blindfold falling off his eyes and saw nothing. His omniscient sight was gone and he had sustained critical wounds. He was defenseless in his raven form, but he thought that Blize wasn't capable of pulling off magic. Well he had one final chance and he pulled out his two blades and readied them. He channeled all the magical energy he had left and forced himself at highspeed down to Blize. Blize took a firm stance in the ground, ready to block anything Raven planned to come at him with. Raven descended like a comet and their blades met and for a second everything froze. Blize looked into Raven's glazed eyes and saw the fury and crazed look of a mad man on his face. Blize took the silence in and readied himself for what was about to come. Steel shattered and a large white explosion was created. Blize was thrown to the ground and was blinded for a few seconds, but when he regained his self he looked back to where Raven had fallen only to see him standing up, staring in pure fear at a large black wisp that had appeared from the explosion. It had no certain shape for it was constantly changing with every passing second. The ground around them turned grey as a hollow and doomful voice spoke. "I am the spirit of this blade, Shazitune, the soul consumer and the one true guardian of death. After my death I had been forged into a blade, to be wielded by a powerful warrior who would take many lives with me. The blade has been broken, resurrecting me again for the time being, and with this time I will grant the sword bearer one grace." Blize stared at the figure in awe. He knew his sword had mystical properties... But he didn't know it was alive. He kneeled down out of fear and respect. "I am the sword bearer. And I have a wish for you." Blize spoke strongly but his voice was shaken. "What is it, wind elf?" "Destroy the God standing next to you. Raven. Destroy the God that has caused so much suffering in this world. Take his life and let him live out a miserable eternity in the after life where he will have to live each day, being tortured by the souls that he has taken." Blize felt his eyes fog up as he said this. This was it. This was the end. It was over. The world would be safe once again. He could finally retire to his cottage across the sea. He felt the air grow cold and the ground start to rumble. "So be it..." The black wisp let out a yell and Raven was sucked into a vortex that had been created. Blize felt his heart rest with ease as he heard the dying screams of Raven. But his disposition slowly changed. He felt himself being drawn closer to the vortex. He tried to retain his footing on the ground to avoid being dragged in but to no avail. He struggled, trying to find some form of wind to guide him out of there, but his energy was drained. He was useless in this state. He needed rest before he could pull anything off. As he approached the vortex he closed his one good eye and one tear fell from his eye to the ground. He allowed himself to be pulled into the blackness and felt himself floating. He opened his eye and examined the surroundings. It was pure void. Nothing was around him. He heard the low and doomful voice of Shazitun in his head again. "You should not be here warrior. You should have gotten out of the area before allowing yourself to be overtaken by my powers. Unfortunately I cannot take you back to your world. But I can take you to another. There, you shall take me once again as your sword and live as a guardian of death. Do not kill anyone without the need to. Protect the friends you make and the lives of the innocent and banish those with evil in their hearts, letting me consume their souls. Do this and I will grant you the gift of everlasting life." Blize thought about the request and nodded his head. He was ready for his duty as the guardian of death. He felt himself floating around and around until he was thrown through the blackness by the hand of an invisible shadow. His body flew through the darkness into another world where he was flung into a tree and promptly knocked unconscious.