Day 36, log 2. Month of the fallen sun Everything seems to be going good. The random agressiveness seems to have quieted down within it--Him as he has classied himself. the guards seem to favor this man. Givin him the name of 'Lunysgwen' for his insane battle skills. He seems to ignore his magical talent unless its severly needed. Laughing he shook his head, Dressed in casual cloths the figure or Lunysgwen took a drink from his glass of water. "When blocking the sword dont close your eyes in fear, that will only get you killed. Leaving you open for another attack." Another figure standing near him dressed in colorful silk cloths grinned at him. "I'm just not cut out for the sword, thats all. Maybe my father is right, Maybe im just not fit for the job" Sighing he shrugged. "The emperor is just toughing you up for rule thats all, And besides i've seen much inprovement in you." Lunysgwen had quickly become a family member of the royal family. They had called upon him to train their son. It was tradition for the greatest of all swordsmen in the Land to train royalty. After a talk and drinking his water, he walked to his quarters. Hanging his sword he looked at it, It had been a week ago when he got it, During some sort of smithing contest. chuckleing he smiled, His nickname was etched into the sword. Lunysgwen, In some sort of unknown language meaning 'Fury of the blade' Some priest of a nearby templed had blurted it aloud. He gave it no worry. The gods had nor interested him one bit, He dident think that his life was set out for him and he made his own path. he stripped his shirt, All this sword fighting was getting to him, Makeing him sore in the arms. Tossing it aside he walked over to a closet pulling out a purple shirt made of some sort of fine silk. Putting it on he heard a knock at the door. There was one women he had taken a likeing to, A women named sin. She was diffrent from the rest, It pleased him to know that she dident flock to him like the rest, It drove him crazy trying to get away from them all. No one knew his past, But he knew it clearly and ment to keep it between him, His creater, And the emperor. He was introduce into the royal family as a son of some far off noble. He could never remember the name of the noble, Shrugging he noticed he stopped by a picture of the emperor. 10 years ago he was a ginea pig for his 'master' Sent off on missions to assasinate rebel leaders and such (and i shall write those some other day.) It had been the exciteing part of his life. Since the creation of No.3 he was deemed worthless. No.2 was a rather interesting type, Trying something new master had created a being of the 'shadows'. When released it had killed several guards and people, Almost killing the emperor and his family, He had faced the being in a combat, Barely comeing out alive. The emperor had last his temper giving master his last and only warning about this type of thing. No.3 on the other hand was a rather sucessful creation. Just like himself only enhanced tenfold, But they did not have thought and emotions like he did. Mindless killing machines bent on pleaseing his master. Looking around he noticed the sun was setting and he ran off to meet with the emperor and his family to dine with them Day 46 Log 3, Month of the Dark moon. No.3 has shown quite alot of promise, He has done every task flawless and effciently letting nothing stop it from its mission. The emperor is very pleased and has granted me my lab back. I can start to create better beings then what i have. Then i shall show him the real power of my creations. He had quite the dine with the royal family, Usualy they dont talk much but each of them seemed to have something to say today. The emperor was quite pleased with my current progressed and he had rewarded his son for being a great student. he had progressed alot since the day we had the talk, it was about..3 weeks. He had gotten ready for sleep and was just about to goto sleep in his bed when he heard screaming downstairs he opened his eyes and ran for his sword. A huge hulking figure stood over a fresh kill of a palace guard, Bloodlust burned in its eyes his arms not holding weapons but being weapons themselves. A large tatoo labeling 'No.4' stood out on his arms, Turning to the other guards he turned to slaughter them. Drawing the sword from its sheathe he dropped it to the side and burst through his door running towards the scream. Peering around a corner he spotted the hulking, faceless brute. Two more of the guards were killed without a thought. Turning it run down the hallway with large thuds as it moved. Running after it he passed by the dead guards. Screams echoed throughout the hallway and he ran faster fearing for the worst. Turning almost tripping over a dead body he ran down into another corridor fear tearing into his heart, he turned another corridor. Turning looking into a door he saw the emperor backed into a corner with sword and shield in hand. "My lord!" Turning his attention to Luny the emperor was smacked across the room. Growling with hate he rushed to the emperor, Seeing him still breathing he took the shield and turned to the brute. "You..You...YOU MONSTER!" Chargeing headfirst into the brute he brought his sword into what he thought was flesh. But it was merely its hand. Looking up into the faceless brute he dashed backwards. They both moved with lightning speed, Each move flawless. Both of them gained ground then lost it, The brute showed no sign of slowing and luny was starting to breathe hard. Sweating profusely he felt like his head was going to explode the pain was so firce. Several guards stood outside watching with awe. Knowing the victor of this battle luny had to think of something else todo other then attack with the blade. Tireing of this battle Luny lost his grip with his sword and it flew from his hands with a quick strike of the brutes sword.