Opening its "eyes" and seeing the dust settle, the sword felt sadness for the first time. It was certainly annoyed with the animals that had "blessed" it, but now it missed them. They were bad for dirtying it, yes, but at least now it felt lonely. Besides, they were better compared to the beings in this cave.
Several spiders moved across the floor and slowly approached it.
"No, I'm scared of spiders!" the sword shouted in its most masculine voice.
But it couldn't do anything; the spider had already touched it and was climbing onto it.
[The sword does not recognize this bearer]
"Damn system, help me!" the sword said as it felt the spider touching its surface little by little.
Their legs walked all over its 'sword-body' (espacuerpo), a sensation that felt very strange. Swords shouldn't have nerves to feel, but there it was, experiencing that fear.
While everything around it was stone and dust, the sword couldn't help but wonder what it should do in that place without being able to move or improve.
It had appeared in a world after its death, and the beginning of its adventure path still hadn't presented itself. It was then that the spider, seeing that it couldn't use the sword as a food trap, got off it.
It felt the absence of the legs on its blade again.
Its days as a sword passed without company, in an oppressive solitude. The sword slowly began to forget what food was, what walking was, what smiling was, what living as a human was.
Until, one day, a month after its arrival in this world, it encountered its first human. The man came with a backpack, walking heavily, until he reached near where the sword was stuck.
"Finally, a human! Although, why do I say 'human'? I was already tired of the four-legged beings," the sword said, only to see the man fall. Behind him, an arrow was embedded, along with a gash that had penetrated a large part of his skin.
"What the hell!" the sword said, seeing the human slowly bleed out.
"A sword, in this place…" The words came out with difficulty from the dying man.
As the human's eyelids grew weaker and weaker, the sword couldn't help but feel pity. It reminded it of itself in a way. It thought: what must its body have looked like after what happened to it? Did they even recognize it? It died like the human in front of it: unnoticed by anyone, in a world where no one seemed to care about its death.
"If I had a chance, I would take revenge on those savages, I would save my people," the human said, stretching his trembling hand toward the sword.
[CONTRACT POSSIBILITY. HUMAN ERICK WISHES TO ACCEPT]
With great surprise, the sword couldn't help but watch as the system displayed something different, asking it to accept being the weapon of that agonizing human.
"System, what does accepting imply?" the sword asked, remembering how in its past life it signed a contract without reading it—a contract that not only sold its house but its very life.
[IMPOSSIBLE TO RECOGNIZE. ACCEPT THE CONTRACT]
"But, tell me what I have to do after accepting the contract, you beggar system!" the sword yelled, even knowing the answer.
[IMPOSSIBLE TO RECOGNIZE. ACCEPT THE CONTRACT]
With a mental sigh, the sword tried to calm down. It didn't know how it had arrived in this world or what it had to do. Its system had never tried to explain anything, and there it was, asking it to accept a contract.
"I accept," the sword said, only to feel a light envelop not only its body but also the human. A light so powerful that, for the first time, the cave dwellers thought that outside was darker than inside.
That was the sword's first real contract with someone.
*POV Erick*
"Those damned people, how dare they swindle me!"
A young man with golden hair and sea-colored eyes walked heavily through the corridors of a cave. An arrow with a small purple liquid protruded from his back. His clothes were half-torn from the fall into the cave, but he had barely managed to escape.
As his steps slowed, Erick felt his end approaching. He was afraid, certainly, but there was one emotion that overshadowed that fear: revenge.
If he had the opportunity to leave that cave, he was sure he would take revenge on those who had deceived him. They called themselves soldiers, but they were nothing more than swindlers who had stolen the supplies he was carrying for his small town.
It was then that he saw it. In the middle of the cave, the steel of a sword stood out. Like a legendary sword, it had a well-kept pommel alongside a blade that reflected the place, like a gold coin in a dark room. Erick couldn't help but approach, only to feel his legs finally fail him.
"A sword, in this place…" he articulated.
Falling to the ground, Erick saw the sword. Its brilliance attracted him, and like a moth, he stretched out his hand to try and touch it.
"If I had a chance, I would take revenge on those savages, I would save my people…"
It was then that Erick lost strength in his arms. His body was a whisper of what was once the best warrior of his town.
But something curious happened: a light enveloped him, a light that prevented him from seeing what was happening.
That was Erick's last memory before falling asleep.
Name: Erick
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Bloodline: Iron
Mastery: 9
Level: E-