Swordsplay and a Dream
I have two twin swords that turn into earrings.But I don't wear earrings (don't ask), so I just keep them in my pocket and suprise any monster I meet.
Not like they're going to wonder what I'm killing them with while I stab them to death.
Everyone leaves swordsplay after an hour, but I stay and practice on. Slash, stab, parry, twist, Slash, stab, parry, twist, Slash, stab, parry, twist....my arm starts to get heavy but I ignore it. Sweat pours down my face, obscuring my vision, but I just wipe it away. Suddenly a feel as though a huge hand is pulling me underwater and everything goes black...
A twisting, multicolored mass writhes before my eyes. I've never seen it before, but I know what it is--
"Chaos." I whisper.
"yes"
Its voice is like many voices, all of them haunting, grating across my ears like a million daggers. It hurts, I can't stand it, I scream! I scream and scream and scream and then I wake up in a pool of sweat and there's blood running out of my ears but I tell no one. That is the pain of being a Demigod.
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