The young boy nestled in his bed, enters another evening of sleep, the time at his school catching up to him. In his dreams he sees a barren landscape around him. Dust and dirt swirls in the distance from a getle and dry breeze.
“David? David Steele, is that your name?”
He turns around to see a familiar form. The protector of his hometown stands a distance away from him, the sapphire armor seemingly blurred across the chest. “Is that a yes?” he asks once more. “It is. What does it matter?” “Well, you did a good thing today. I wanted to congratulate you.” David simply cocked an eyebrow “What are you talking about?” The hero nodded and laughed a little “You see, when you killed Tetronus, you took up my mantle. You’re the new hero.” David shook his head, realizing it was a dream “You’re dead, how could you know about that?” The hero nodded to David’s suddenly heavy hand “That.”
David looked down to see that the steel colored counterweighted glaive in his bloodied hands.
In shock he dropped it and it clattered to the ground “The fuck?” He looked between his hands and his pants, and the blood was back on them. He made sure to clean it … It was only a dream, right? but the glaive held weight. It had to be a dream. The hero called out to him “This all must seem odd, but it’s the only way I can contact you, just as the one before me. This is a dream, yes, but it’s more real than you can imagine.” The hero held out a hand to the boy “My name is Dracillus. David, you have been blessed and cursed by the weapon. In your choice to kill Tetronus, you have been chosen by the weapon as a suitable master. It craves blood and you have given it what it wants.” David stared in disbelief at the outstretched hand, not wanting to believe anything.
"David, take my hand and you will understand, but you must not tell anyone of it, for it will be the end of you and the wielders. Trust me, please." David simply swallowed and reached out, and grasped the outstretched hand of Dracillus.
He jumped greatly as he saw that suddenly the hero was covered in the blood, as he looked at each stain, images flashed in his mind of how each respective stain was earned. He pulled back quickly, his hand burning intensely, and as he looked at it he saw in his mind’s eye the horrified image of the villain dying, the blood pouring from his chest. David began to shake his head, and started to yell as the pain increased. Amidst the din, he heard Dracillus call out “The suffering you bring will always be stay with you, only visible to you. Stay strong, David.”
David looked up to the hero and saw the suffering faces of those past, slain by the hero and the grief stricken hero’s face as the pain became too immense to bear, he blacked out in the dirt of the land.