The Godslayer's Legacy

Part 1: Ethan and the Sword of Light

Rain poured heavily over the small town where Ethan lived. The usually bustling streets were silent, leaving only the sound of water trickling through the gutters. The old workshop where he worked was the only building still lit. Inside, the rhythmic sounds of hammer strikes, metal scraping, and machines humming filled the air. Ethan, a 22-year-old young man, stood at his cluttered workbench, covered in oil and metal shavings.

With his messy brown hair, muscular build honed by hard labor, and a focused gaze, Ethan embodied a hardworking soul struggling to make a living. He had just finished his last task for the night—fixing an old motorcycle for a regular customer who frequently came to him for help.

Taking a deep breath, he muttered, "Almost done," wiping the sweat from his brow with a greasy rag. He glanced at the wall clock, which read 11 p.m. Outside, lightning flashed, occasionally illuminating the workshop's windows with a blinding white light.

But something felt off tonight. There was an unshakable unease in the air, something Ethan couldn't quite put his finger on. Every time the lightning struck, he thought he saw a shadow moving in the corner of his eye. Yet, when he turned to look, there was nothing there.

"Maybe I'm just tired," he muttered to himself. He reached for a cup of coffee on his desk, now cold, but before he could take a sip, the power abruptly went out. The room plunged into darkness, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning from outside.

Fumbling around, Ethan searched for the flashlight he usually kept in his desk drawer. Once he found it and switched it on, the beam of light illuminated a rarely noticed corner of the workshop—a small storage area at the back, filled with old, untouched items.

This time, however, something caught his eye. In the corner of the storage area was a large wooden chest he had never seen before. It looked ancient, its surface etched with intricate carvings that shimmered faintly under the flashlight's glow. The carvings seemed to pulse and shift, almost alive, as if in rhythm with the storm outside.

"You're imagining things, Ethan," he told himself, but his curiosity pushed him to approach the chest. With trembling hands, he touched its surface, and the moment he did, a warm energy coursed through his fingers, spreading through his entire body.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously opened the chest. Inside lay a sword that emitted a soft, radiant light. The sword looked ancient yet bore no signs of rust or decay. Its blade was silver, adorned with delicate engravings that matched the ones on the chest. The hilt was set with a glowing blue gemstone, and Ethan felt as though the sword was calling his name.

"What the hell is this?" he whispered, reaching out toward the sword.

The moment his fingers brushed the hilt, a brilliant light erupted from the blade, flooding the room. Ethan felt his body lift off the ground as a deep, resonant voice echoed in his mind:

"You have been chosen, Ethan, to inherit the power of the God of War. This sword is an ancient legacy that has awaited its bearer for millennia. A distant world needs you. Prepare yourself, for your destiny has just begun."

Ethan wanted to scream, but no sound came out. His body felt weightless, and his vision turned completely white. All sound vanished, replaced by the pounding of his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

When the light finally faded, Ethan found himself standing in the middle of a vast, open meadow he had never seen before. The sky above was unlike anything he'd ever known—two suns hung on the horizon, one golden and the other a fiery red.

A cool breeze brushed against his face, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers. In the distance, towering mountains with peaks glinting like crystal loomed. The stunning view offered no solace, however, as Ethan realized he was no longer in his world.

"What is this place?" he muttered, his voice trembling. He looked down at the sword in his hand, now feeling heavier than before. It no longer felt foreign but instead seemed like an extension of himself, as though he had wielded it his entire life.

Searching for answers, Ethan began to walk. His steps carried him deeper into the meadow until he noticed a shadowy figure standing ahead, waiting for him.

As the figure came into focus, it revealed a man in a black robe, his eyes glowing like stars. He held a long staff that seemed to be made of pure light.

"Welcome, Ethan," the man said, his deep voice calm yet commanding. "I am Archeon, guardian of Elyndra. You have been summoned to save this world from the darkness that is rising."

Ethan frowned. "Wait… what? What do you mean? I'm just a mechanic. I don't know what's going on!"

Archeon gave a faint smile. "You may feel ordinary in your world, but here, you are the inheritor of great power. That sword is an ancient weapon, one that only a pure soul can wield. You have been chosen by the God of War to protect Elyndra."

"This has to be a dream… or I'm losing my mind. There's no way this is real," Ethan said, shaking his head.

"This is very real," Archeon replied, stepping closer. "The darkness has awakened, and if it is not stopped, this world will fall. You are not the only one who has been called. Four others will join you. Together, you will be Elyndra's last hope."

Ethan wanted to protest, but deep down, something told him it was true. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if resonating with Archeon's words.

"What am I supposed to do?" Ethan finally asked, his voice still tinged with doubt.

"You must begin your journey," Archeon said. "You will find the others, and together, you will face your destiny. But be warned—this path is fraught with danger. Only through courage and trust in one another can you prevail."

Before Ethan could ask any more questions, Archeon raised his staff. A glowing portal appeared before them, leading to a forest path shrouded in shadow.

"The first step lies there," Archeon said. "Do not hesitate, Ethan. This world needs you."

Ethan stared at the portal, his heart pounding. He knew his life had changed forever, though he wasn't sure he was ready for it. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the sword and stepped into the portal, walking toward a fate beyond anything he had ever imagined.