Pain But Love

A time of day filled in darkness. Where the moon, and the stars have no choice but to roam the earth. With the night’s command, the trees and the animals fell asleep. Flowers had no choice but to abide to his will. The wind became still and listened for his voice. Rivers stopped flowing, to bow in his presence. Under his will, the moon was given power to shine over his domain. Stars hovered on the skies feeling lonely in the darkness. Never could they leave his grasp. Neither did they dare challenge the night. His powers had overruled them all, but there was one who became stronger.

A crimson light appeared in the distance. Behind the mountain, on the upper ledge, a white light more vibrant and radiant than the moon’s appeared. Blazing orange and yellow bathed the night. A round and rich shape rose piercing through the darkness. The air was demanded into motion. Flowers were commanded to gaze at the apex. As the flowers sprouted their buds and others grew from a sprout. White fluffy clouds came flowing unto the sky, and were stretched out by a hand. Trees raised their branches in reverence and shaking their leaves to the light. Animals were awakening and thanked the light for its radiance.

The night boiled in anger as he scouted throughout his domain. A place he ruled and gave no account for to anyone. Slowly but swiftly the control escaped his grasp, by his own blindness. Out of pride he choose to ignore the lights rising power, getting stronger with every passing day. A pride that blinded him from the warnings, and his days were numbered. With the little powers left remaining in his control. He grasped the sky and made a crack in between the two forces of nature.

The night declared war against the light. With his mighty influence, he slashed shooting stars toward the light. The light only commanded a halt and the Stars had no choice but to go to a pause. The morning sun rose giving light, and life to the lifeless. The sunrise appeared over the horizon. As the upper edge of the sun came into view, it brought about a blazing crimson. Mixed with a hot and rich feeling into the air. Nonchalantly the sun arouse from behind the mountain. The night fell and the moon hid from the sun’s presence.

The night still had his ace card up his sleeve. While the light, and the sun worked together, to fix the damage of the night and the moon. They carelessly ignored the evil lingering around the night. With the little time they had left, the night used sleep to command over the light. The light with all its power could not seem to completely push it back. Night then grabbed the moon and threw him against the sun.

The moon laid itself behind, into its umbra. Slowly he aligned himself with the sun covering its light. The moon became very bright and the sun was completely consumed into darkness. It had no choice but try to shine throw the moon. With the darkness having control once again, he fell into laughter. The sun wouldn’t let the darkness win. So he grabbed his remaining strength and pushed against the moon. The moon began to turn crimson. He began to burn inside. Pain was inflicting inside him, and he began to bleed.

As darkness fell, and the last ray of lights glimmered. A towering peak just barely scraped the sky. Only the huge caverns and crevices that were etched into its face could be seen, for the rest of it’s jagged and jutting surface disappeared throw the night. Stretching its terrestrial, and rough edges, to make a beautiful shape. It was bathed in the darkness of its own shadow. The only source of light came from the silvery moon, sitting atop its monstrous peak.

Huge stalactites everywhere, all around the surface, walls were uneven. The sounds of the mighty lion’s roar echoing through that cavern. The way the transparent river flows naturally through and out. The way the inside stretched out so grand, that it seemed there was no end. . Waiting for the night to fall, a man began to stack wood under the opening of the mountain. He started to collect supplies in hast. Sooner than realizing the night was upon him again.

The moon stayed over the mountain, and the blacksmith began to start a fire. Carefully the blacksmith laid everything out. With lots of thought and planning, the blacksmith decided on the perfect design. He began to mark on the steel an outline of the blade, from the tip all the way to the end. He drilled out any places that he wouldn’t be able to get to with an angle grinder. Using a grinder he cut out the outline of the blade. As he got close to the lines, he tried to keep his strokes long, and to make the edge as smooth as he could. As he began to grind it in the bevel, he made sure the centre line was clearly made. He smoothed out the blade, going all the way down the length of the sword. Then he reliazed it was good.