I reached my school, it was surrounded by walls on each side with a grand entrance. Inside there were while pillars serving as a sort of pathway showing the way. There was a huge ground about a kilometer. There were people belonging to the sports team practicing and doing drills. I entered the school, it had 3 floors 1 st for people who have interest and have chosen science, which also includes Maths. 2nd floor was for people who have chosen Economics or Commerce. And lastly the third floor consists of the people who chose arts which consists of sports, literature, sketching , painting and other. In this school unlike other students have to choose 4 subjects as permanent subjects. I went in the 1st floor and sat in my class waiting for the Chemistry Professor to enter the class. I saw Felix frantically trying to complete his homework.
''Hello students. Today we are learning about organic chemistry.'' said the Professor.
''Sir, What about the homework you gave us last class?'' asked a kid from the 1st bench. The whole class threw murderous looks at the kid. The poor kid sank more into his chair.
''Thank you for reminding me Frank, everyone place their homework on the table by the end of class.'' told the Professor with a smirk.
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School had ended and everyone started leaving, I left as well it was about twilight time and rays of sun looked majestic as they fell. I was walking alone now no one in sight, then in the corner of my eye I saw a sword embedded a pedestal
I walked closer as my curiosity rose, As I walked up closer to the sword and saw some engravings on the pedestal in some archaic language. The sword itself was pitch black somehow not even reflecting light as if its absorbing the light. The hilt was black with red cloth around the hilt. The cross guard was pitch black forming into a small edge. It had a small hole at the end of the handle and a chain was present. At the starting of the blade there were some words in the same archaic language .
I felt a strange sensation as I walked closer to the blade. I touched the sword and then immediately felt a strong unimaginable headache, it as if someone was cracking my skull open slowly. I fell and my sight started to get darker and then i blacked out.
I woke up to cold air, I quickly took a look around my surroundings as I got myself up. The whole surrounding was combination of grey and pure darkness. but there was still a kind of dark light.
''So you are finally awake.'' said a voice. I quickly looked to my left and saw a person or something, it had black hair up till its shoulders it had skin as pale as a ghost and it had eyes which were red emanating a ominous feeling. It was wearing white archaic robes revealing the left side of its waist. It had archaic shorts I suppose which covered its legs till the lower knee. It looked like a 15 year old boy.
''Who are you and where am I?'' I asked with caution as he couldn't be a normal person.
''I am the Spirit of Darkness residing inside the great sword of Darkness.'' he said his voice sounding almost like me.
"You are inside the Realm of the Shadow where I reside.' said the spirit.
"Why have you brought me here?" I asked
"Because you are the Descendant of my master, Kaion The Great Hero." he said with a solemn tone.
"So?" I asked maintaing my calm poker face.
The spirit looked a bit surprised and said " You have been chosen by the Primordial Gods to Defeat the Demon king for one and for all."
"Tell them to do it themselves because I am not interested." I said and walked away to find a exit.
Then a tremendous force was exerted upon me sending me to my knees.
" You cannot refuse it as it is the will of the Gods." It said but even I knew looking at its face that it was annoyed to keep his composure as a higher being. Amusement flickered in its eyes.
"Go to hell." I said barely able to speak.
He retracted the force which was directed at me and said in a friendly tone " If you 'don't your universe along with the whole multiverse would be destroyed."
" Why can't the almighty Gods do it themselves? I am just a human, I won't even survive car crash."
"The Demon King only can be killed by the human who posses the blood of Kaion for some reason." said the spirit changing its behaviour and acting friendly.
I thought for a couple minutes and said " Ok." Acting heroic is the only way to get out of this place, and my life is boring so why not save the multiverse?
The spirit chuckled and said " That was easier than I thought, but good now I saved a hour of my time." He then said " You are now my master and friend, I hereby declare the start of the the soul binding!" As he finished I felt immense pain but couldn't feel where it was coming from. My vision grew blurry as I saw the face of the Spirit grinning and closed my eyes.