Mystery of the Masamune Part 2
Where It All Began
By The Game God
Glenn continued south, across Zenan Bridge, past the village of San Dorino
and to the foot of the Derendano Mountains. Ever since Crono and his
friends had taken the Masamune from its resting-place, the winds of the
Derendanos had faded away to almost nothing, allowing more lush foliage to
grow.
‘This is were it all began…” Glenn said, ‘… were
the path of my live began to rive.’ Glenn hiked up the surface
of the Derendano Mountains, a path he had taken nearly eight years
earlier. Glenn didn’t know what it was that was calling to him,
but he felt he was drawing nearer to it.
That was when the noble Knight Captain saw something he hadn’t seen
in a long time… something had had tried to forget: the Cavern of the
Masamune. The cavern was dark inside, its walls silent. The stone
in which the blade used to stand was empty and cold. As Glenn drew
the Masamune, a wave of doubt swept over him. “I am not worthy.”
he said. Glenn moved toward the stone and drove the Masamune back into
its resting place
As Glenn turned to go, he heard a voice behind him. “Why do you
think you are not worthy?” Glenn turned back to seen the spirits
of the blade, Masa and Mune standing next to the sword. Suddenly the
torches on the cave’s walls lit up.
“It is something I feel inside me…” Glenn answered, “…
something I cannot quite explain.”
“Try.” Mune said.
Glenn moved toward the lofty Mystics. “I feel there is a pull
on me and the sword… as if the blade belongs in the hands of another.”
“Who?” Masa asked.
Glenn shook his head, “Crono, perhaps…” he looked as the
shimmering blade, “No… Cyrus, it should be with him.”
Glenn closed his eyes; “He should have lived… not me.”
“A life can be changed in an instant, Glenn”
“I know that!” Glenn shouted, “I have spent nearly a decade
living with that fact.”
“How did you come to know Cyrus?”
“I was very young…” Glenn answered, “… I grew up
in Choras Village and one day, I met two of my very best friends…”
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