Swordbound Chronicles

When you wake up.

The fifth bell had just finished ringing in the nearby towns. The faint sound of partridges crowing could be heard. Soon the sun would rise and a new day would begin.

A human body was lying on a rock at the edge of an old pine forest that broadcast the distinctive scent of the tree's leaves that morning. The figure still hadn't moved when the sun appeared on the eastern horizon and began to shine down on the pine forest.

Vultures, a type of vulture eagle, were seen cawing in the sky, getting ready to pounce on the dying figures lying below them.

A sip of tea later when the vultures were about to begin their act, the vultures had to swallow their disappointment. The hand of the man lying on the rock began to move, a sign that the rhythm of life had risen from his figure that had previously looked like a near-dead man.

Then in a small murmur the man whispered,

"I will not allow you to devour me."

"Tsingg!" from his hands flew three pebbles, flying swiftly and hitting the three vultures