[center]It had been many years since the sword had been cursed like it had, had had a spirit within it. The original master has since been long gone. The magical weapon was gathering dust. It needed to be claimed, or so the rumors about the weapon had stated.....



Fast forward:
The sword had since been claimed. The mark was on his neck. His question on how to remove the curse remained unanswered and he had dared to ask the spirit again on how to remove it. 



The spirit had not answered. There was no real answer to be given. The only thing really said was that their connection was the key. They would be together, possibly, for the rest of his human life unless they could find a way to sever it. The sword spirit did not give many clues. 


Their journey was about to begin...


The days had passed. The sword rarely spoke as it was usually quiet in nature. One day, when the human who claimed him was not working, he decided to stretch his legs so to speak. He felt the energy that allowed this in the air. It was one of his rare opportunities to take on human form. 


While the human who possessed the sword was resting, his sword blade glowed under the light of the moon. He floated in the air for a moment. A few moments later, a human male stood there, or so that was how he looked. He had short brown hair and a pale complexation. He had blue eyes and a little bit of a muscular build. His hair was short and flat. It was how he looked before being forced into the sword many years ago, by magic users who worked for an enemy. To this day, he did not know if that villain was alive or dead, as he had been quite the cocky human male back then. 




Anyway, he looked at the human who now possessed his sword form. He narrowed his eyes for a moment. 

"Why should I tell him more? I do not know if I can trust him or not. Humans are not exactly trustworthy creatures these past years."

He let out a sigh. He looked up at the stars. He had no choice but to work with the other male since they were bound together by the second part of the curse, the spell that made him serve others while as a sword. He frowned at that thought. 



"One can only hope for freedom..."