Chapter 1 - Taming the Sword

"It's just a illusion of you getting your head chopped off y'know" The sword replied hardly caring.

Grim was infuriated he yelled, "WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU GOT YOUR HEAD CHOPPED OFF AFTER GAINING BACK CONSCIOUSNESS." Grim also wanted to add, 'You're also just a sword, not a human.' but he remembered his promise to himself. He trusted swords and they were almost like humans with emotions. His sword trusted him so he basically became one with the sword.

The black sword faltered and Grim could almost feel his sadness, but the sword quickly recovered and resumed its poker face. Grim looked at it before saying, "Are you okay..was I a bit harsh?" Grim reached out his hand and grasped the handle. "Hey answer me, are you okay..partner?" But he was quickly launched back by an invisible force. The sword answered, "Don't touch me with those foul hands, a mere mortal dares to use me!?" Grim felt all the emotions the sword felt and was a felt pity for it. The sword was angry, jealous, and envied the attention Grim got, he was a mortal and it was a fragment of a god. He never understood why his creator liked Grim more than his own creation.

Grim looked at it and said, "I know how you are feeling and to be honest, a lot of other swords were like you. I treated them like real people, and gave them what you didn't have...so please, let me at least save you to." The sword started to laugh. "HAHAHAH, you, understand me? Alright, I'll give you a chance to change my fate, go into my past and see if you can conquer it. I won't remember anything, you'll just be a character. I hope you can do what you just said."

Everything went black...

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Inside a new world, there was a kingdom. It almost felt like a dream, and the sword was the dream creator. It was used to eons and was misused for millenniums, it was used for both good and evil. It was the balance that could tip over with one owner, however..the sword was sad. It was never happy, because its owner never paid any attention to him. He was attention driven, he wanted to know why he was created. What was his use, to just become a balance, a scale, why? He asked himself this question and could never find the answer, and now we're in the present. He was held by another hero, his name was Lucium Arende. Lucium was a commoner who was apparently chosen by the goddess, yes his creator created this sword for the goddess as repayment. Even he did not know what the goddess helped Chaos with.

"Today is the day we storm into the castle of the Demon King, we shall take back our LAND! We won't give up, we will prove to the demons we are more than just weak. With the power bestowed upon by the goddess, I will make sure to kill the Demon King"

"YEAHHHHHH"

"ALL PRAISE THE HERO"

"WOO-HOOO"

The sword looked at the people, it didn't feel anything even after the hero slayed the demon. It finally found its answer, it was just a metal with divine power. Nothing more, nothing less. Just when his last consciousness was about to fade he heard 'him', he sensed some familiarity but didn't know why. He also looked like a swordsman..but with a empty sheath?

"I finally found you, how dare my sword run away without any explanation. You made me travel the whole world you idiot. Do you think I would give up even if you gave up on yourself." The young man walked up to him and grabbed the handle to pull out the sword. When Grim found out he couldn't pull it out, he used his life force, he used about 1% of his life force.

"RAAAAAAAGRAHHHHHH," Grim screamed as he felt the pain from the sword, he read its memories. Grim still didn't give up, he prevailed, he wanted to at least save this sword since he couldn't with his last.

1 minute passed after the memory, Grim stood up sweating but extremely happy. He looked at the sword in his hand and smiled. The sword looked at him and asked, "Why did you save me, to use me?"

Grim laughed, "Didn't you also read my memories, I wanted to save you because I wanted to. You were lost so I guided you, we're partners in this life after all. You also remind me of 'him'."

The sword slowly returned some of its color, it was becoming grey instead of pitch black. Grey meant neutral, just what Chaos wanted it to be.

"Alright, I give up. I'll serve you," said the sword

"No, I want us to be on equal footing, you'll need a name for that." Grim thought of some names and asked, "What about, Orenity, Balance, or Reaper?"

"Absolutely not Reaper, it reminds me of you." The sword smiled quickly catching onto his jokes. It thought for a while before answering, "I'll choose Orenity."

Grim smiled, "I liked that name as well, it suits you. You became more mature and calm."

Orenity used his hilt to hit Grim, "I still hate you."

Grim laughed while softly touching the place where Orenity hit him, "I don't care, I managed to save one you, so I'm happy."

The two told their life stories and became acquainted for the journey they're about to have.