Okay so first things first there are two things the name of the project and the name for a warrior for it are two different things one means living sword. Also the reason this is in sci-fi instead of fantasy is because it focuses around both but there's no sci-fi fantasy short story section. I do want to expand on this story though so if you think I should leave something in the review. Also this is a short story if you do think I should expand it I will explain somethings if I do decide to do something with this character.
How did I get to this point? I could feel the blood from the cut on my cheek slowly trickling down. I grasped the hilt of my weapon trying to focus long enough to get it to solidify into my sword. It wavered almost attaining solidity. I could see the red blood of my enemy drying to black on the shapeless weapon that was trying to become my sword. I remember when I first got the twin handles one for my sword and the other for my shield.
I saw from the corner of my eye another enemy approaching me. I focused as best I could taking into the account my blood loss and grasped tightly my shield handle. As the Shadow ran forward baring it's blood stained claws that had ripped through my allies. I lifted my shield and projected enough of one to deflect it's claws. I summoned a dagger and stabbed it into the Shadow's eye driving the blade into his brain killing it with brutal efficiency.
As it fell back I stood up, watching as the blood dripped from my body, I reached into my satchel and got three of my most helpful potions after applying a generous amount of salve to stop the bleeding. I used a blood restorer to return my blood to it's natural level. I then uncorked the last potion and poured a warp circle to return to base. I searched through the corpses looking for survivors the horrible slaughter disgusted me but I knew that we were fighting for what was right, I only found two survivors aside from myself among the bodies. We are the Torch Bearers destroying the corruption that was poisoning our world and removing the Shadows. I pulled the dagger I had summoned from the Shadows body and crushed it in my hand destroying my magical tie to the device. I picked up my hilt and hooked it onto my belt along with my shield handle. I typed in the contact for the Torch Bearers agency and sent in my report: three survivors from our ten man team, two sedated into a restorative status for transport. Please send rescue team for them upon my return.
As I opened the warp gate to return to head quarters I had a flash back to the first time I had ever traveled through one of these magical devices. It was on my thirteenth birthday that the Torch Bearer's agency came for me. I was told that my skill for summoning and other matter manipulation type spells made me an ideal member for their new project. I was one of the first three to join in what was to be later named Gladio Animam. I was later told by some of the scientist and other magic users on the project that the phrase roughly translated to life of the sword. I was given three items upon joining the project: my hilt, my shield handle, and my armor. I was told they were each made of a type of living material combining nano mechanics with magic. It would grow with me and it's abilities would develop with mine.
As I stepped into the portal of I could see all the places it could take me in the world. Disregarding a slight desire for a brief vacation, I returned to head quarters. All I could think about while I traveled through the small wormhole was how much I had changed, and how much had changed in our world due to my actions in this war. I am Leinad Zane and I am a Gladio Vivens.
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