"I can't believe an eight year old could cause so much damage."
They all whispered this as I walked by. In the past couple months everything had changed. I was eight and somehow I alone had destroyed the temple in the area I lived in. Something was wrong with me. I didn't know what but I wanted to find out.
After the accident I had been taken to the temple and had lived there for a while. The priest was always worried about me, he'd always said something was off. After he had taken me in I had nearly killed him. I sat crying on the steps of the burned temple. He came to comfort me, though he knew it was my fault.
"What is wrong with me?" I asked looking up at him. He smiled and hugged me.
"Nothing is wrong with you my dear child." he replied, "You are gifted in many ways, this is one of them. You must learn to control it though."
I nodded. "Yes father."
He took my hand. "Come I want to show you something." The priest led me to an old part of the temple that somehow had not burned down.
"What is this place?" I asked looking around at the jade statues that stood there.
"This is the temple of the guardian Kitsuma Teshimara." he said bowing to a statue of a dragon. I immitated him.
Then I noticed a statue of a little girl in front of the dragon. Her face was hidden by a blanket of long hair, she knelt before the dragon holding a bright steel sword.
"Who is she?"
"She is the guardian of the blade, Kitsuma Hara. The sword is believed to contain the spirit of a brethren to Lord Kitsuma Teshimara." he said smiling again. "I believe it is your turn to look after the blade."
I looked up at the dragon statue and the eyes seemed to glow.
"I will guard it with my life." I said evenly.
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I have guarded over the blade since that day. since then the temple has been rebuilt and the priest has died. I live on though as if I'm not just watching over the sword, but it is watching over me. I am guarded by the blade, Kitsuma Hara, the brother of our lord and guardian.