((I'm not sure if this should be continued or not, so I am posting this as a short story. Also, when I clicked preview the text came out in block format...))
A chunk of rock floated millions of league in the sky, its bottom was jagged and rigged, but its top a perfectly smooth surface. On this chunk of rock stood two sword-masters. One of them was Darkheart, the most evil, gruesome sword-master of all. He was known for his sword, pitch black like his own heart, which can instantly kill with but a single touch. This sword was the most feared, and could probably take over all the goodness in this world.
And the other sword-master? His name was Illumina. The reason he was standing on that rock platform was to eliminate Darkheart once and for all. Illumina was known for his sword also, a gleaming marble marvel that had a sparkly glow to it. This sword was not nearly as powerful as Darkheart’s, even though many thought it was. But the real power behind it was the skill of its master.
“You’re a dreamer, Illumina.” Said Darkheart with a stern, deep voice, “Most likely not an intellect, to challenge me. There’s still time to surrender.” Illumina stood tall, and replied.
“I will never back down, foul, wicked creature! I shall stand for what is right!” Darkheart chuckled and started gradually walking toward Illumina.
“Very well.” He said and took a lunge with his sword. Illumina intercepted, and slashed back at him. Darkheart was fast, but not this time. Illumina had chopped his left hand clean off. Instead of hollering in pain, Darkheart spoke light-heartedly.
“I fight with both hands.” Darkheart grabbed his sword with his other hand. Illumina slashed at his sword, trying to knock it off. Darkheart’s grip was tight, and instead Illumina’s sword was out of his hands, and falling down from the skies into nonexistence. Darkheart kicked him in the stomach, and the heroic sword-master staggered backwards. Darkheart gripped his sword hard, and stabbed vigorously.
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