The Old Legend - The Story
When I was a child, my father used to tell me stories, stories about legends.
One night, he came back from a great battle, wounded, bleeding. I came to him.
He sat next to me, and looked at me with a serious and worried gaze : "I'm going to tell you one last legend, an old one."
I've never saw him this way, he was in hurry, like if this story was vital, like if I had to know it.
In a sacred forest, guarded by nature herself, was a sword. This sword was sealed by the roots of the old trees. You see child, the sword is supposed to contain the souls of all the great chiefs. It is fulled with great energy and power.
Many men and women came and tried to take the sword. But no one ever could.
As time pass, red flowers grew around the sword, representing the life of the ancient chiefs.
The duty of our clan is to protect the forest and the sword from darkness that others could spread.How...how do we take the sword? Why no one ever took it?You hav