Chapter 1: Call to Arms
I stepped out on the porch, my guard up, hand on the hilt of the Featherdancer. My trusty sword. It’d had guided me through the war with Arctick, and Sigma. Forged from the winds from the four corners of the world, all crossing over top the Temple of Twilight high in the Pallet Mountains. A blade created for me, unique in its size, weight, and even color, a light blue green that seemed to glow in the morning dawn. The leather on the hilt was worn, showing how often I had to use the blade in order to obtain the peace Prism was experiencing today. I looked up from the hilt, relaxing my grip, my white knuckles looking more full of fear than confidence. My gaze met his, as I waited for the news he had brought.
He was a stranger to Prism, it was obvious by the clothing he wore. Not clothing, but armor. Ever since the war had ended, the former City-states of Prism had unified, so all soldiers wore the same Cerulean armor. His was an emerald color, new from the l