Kamara decided to try to find out the owner of the mysterious voice when she had some spare time. Right now, she had to care for the baby. The baby was abandoned out in the middle of the woods so there were no possible ways for it to survive with all the wild animals living in the forest. Somehow, the baby had survived. It was amazing to think that a baby was out in the forest all alone and had survived all the animals that many brave men had died fighting.
 
     Since the baby was abandoned, Kamara thought that it was ok for her to keep her. She walked back to the city with the child in safely tucked in her arms.

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     There once was a legendary sword called Tsurugi. It was said that this sword had extraordinary powers. It could bring about a great slaughter or bring an era of peace to the land.

     Unfortunately, this sword fell into the hands of a wonderful king. Although the king was wise, he was very foolish to even think of keeping something that was very dangerous. But he was king and could make the laws of the city so he kept the sword. There were a few attempts to steal Tsurugi that nearly cost him his life but he still insisted on keeping it. The once kind and wise king had now become cruel and devoted only to the sword.

     Years past and he paid no attention to political affairs. He would only stay locked away in his room admiring the silver color of Tsurugi not even coming out to eat. Sometimes he would go for weeks without eating a bite. Without his leadership and guidence, the city was falling apart. There were mass killings and without a king to punish the evildoers, there were just more brutal murders every day.

   One day, the king stepped outside his room and decided to go take a walk in the palace gardens. This was a very rare event but there not a soul was there to witness it. He would usually never leave his room without a good reason but today, he just had this feeling that he couldn't ignore. Something or someone was waiting for him out there but he didn't know if that person or thing was a friend or foe. He also had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that something was wrong.

     When he took a step outside with Tsurugi safely at his side, he took in a fresh breath of the morning air and felt more refreshed then he had in years. He wandered off to the small pond in the garden and fell back when he glanced into it. What he saw couldn't be human but a demon of some kind. However, he soon realized that this was no demon. This was nothing that could harm him. It was just his own reflection. When he looked again hoping that his eyes had fooled him, his eyes met the same image as before. What he saw was something that practically looked like a skeleton. The only difference was it had flesh and hair only the hair was grey and falling out. Even a skeleton would look livelier than he would at this point.

     Suddenly, he heard something moving behind him. When he turned around, he saw a hooded figure clothed in black. As he reached for Tsurugi, his hand grasped air. Then the stranger suddenly spoke in a soft, wispy voice, "Looking for this?" and they unsheathed a sword that the king instantly recognized as Tsurugi. It was slightly different though. It seemed to give off a pale blue light when this stranger was holding it that it had never done when he held it. He was scared. He didn't know how this person could have gotten his hands on Tsurugi and he was also unarmed. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I am only here to retrieve the sword." the stranger said while lowering the weapon. “You see, this is one of the most dangerous items one can come across. You have been most unfortunate to come across it. But, you were still lucky. Most of the previous owners, which are many, have often died from trying to protect the sword or insanity. You should actually thank me from releasing you from its grip on your life when you stepped out here." When the stanger stopped speaking, they started pacing along the wall of the castle gardens.

     The king was now thoroughly confused. How did this person know so much about Tsurugi? And how did he release its grip on his life? Wasn't he the owner of the sword? Shouldn't he be in control of the sword? "Actually, it's the other way around." the stranger said suddenly. "Whoever is in possession of the sword will surely be cursed the moment they touch it. And if they hold on to it for a long enough time, the sword will slowly take control of the "owner". There is a condition that cannot be avoided if you live though. You will become a ghost. You will be trapped inside limbo until the day arrives when you have found the person destined to weild this sword. You shall then lead them to this portal that I have drawn on this wall with the sword and lead them through it. If they are destined to weild Tsurugi, the portal will ativate and they will gain possesion of this sword. But if they are not, they too will meet the same fate as you. Don't worry. When you meet the right person, you will know. Only then will you finally be put into your eternal slumber."

     The king suddenly realized that the stranger had drawn an intricate portal circle on the wall of his garden. He still did not fully understand his task but he didn't think he had to do this. He was king after all. Was he not able to do what he wanted? "No," the hooded stanger said in a pained voice. "You are supposed to do what is good for your city. That should be your first priority! Instead, you chose to stay locked inside your room admiring your sword and abandoning your kingly duties and your great city. You should take a look outside to see what this has done to the wonderful people of your kingdom. You were once a kind king but look what has happened to you. You should be ashamed of yourself. But now you will pay the price." Then the stranger stepped back and muttered something under their breath. The wind suddenly picked up and blew off the strangers hood revealing a pale young girl girl around the age of 15 years. She looked straight into the kings eyes with her vivid violet-blue eyes that seemed to pierce the very soul. The wind whipped her long black hair around her face as shadows crept up her legs. The shadows grew and soon swallowed the girl up and showed no trace of her ever existing.