The Swords of Darkness: Appearance of the Krito

By Swarnim

A cadre of four siblings, three boys and one girl, the eldest being Ichiro, a boy of 13, live without their parents in Serran, the capital of The Spirit Island as their parents are sailors and hardly ever meet them. Everything goes well. But of course,
only as long as god wants it to. On his thirteenth birthday Ichiro receives a letter and a gift apparently from their parents. The letter claims their parents to be dead and the gift being the fabled spirit fruits. There are instead four metallic spheres in the box. Definitely not something a human can digest. None of them believes the letter, but when Ayami, the youngest of the four, takes a bite from one of those four supposed-to-be-fruits, and Ichiro follows, they are gifted with supernatural powers.
Following the instructions of the letter, they then start training with the newly-gifted powers and on Ichiros fourteenth birthday, set off on a journey to revive their parents by defeating the evil soul, the one that has managed to keep the Spirit God a captive.
To become worthy opponents of the evil soul, they have to go through twelve forts at each of which they have to defeat a guardian, most of who arent even humans, and thus obtain more spirit fruits, each one making them stronger. The guardian of the very first fort is an immortal genius and renders the siblings powerless, literally, though a machine called the disc of power.
Will they fight through it all? Alone? Definitely not. With some help? Who knows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Feb 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482819397

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Contents

PRELUDE

CHAPTER I INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER II THE FINAL TEST

CHAPTER III RESULTS OF THE YEAR

CHAPTER IV FINALLY! MY BIRTHDAY

CHAPTER V THE LETTER

CHAPTER VI GAINING POWERS

CHAPTER VII THE STRANGER

CHAPTER VIII NEW WEAPONS

CHAPTER IX ELVEN SWIRE

CHAPTER X LAST DAY AT HOME

CHAPTER XI APPEARANCE OF THE KRITOS

CHAPTER XII LIFE STORY OF THE GUARDIAN

CHAPTER XIII AZGAURD’S ARRIVAL

CHAPTER XIV REGAINING POWERS

CHAPTER XV THE ARMY OF KRITOS

CHAPTER XVI THE TRAITOR

CHAPTER XVII RETURN AS A MACHINE

CHAPTER XVIII THE FIRE TORNADO

CHAPTER XIX THE FEELING OF TRUE POWER

CHAPTER XX THE SIGHT OF ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION

CHAPTER XXI DISCOVERING FURTHER

CHAPTER XXII THE BEGINNING OF THE END

THE SWORDS OF DARKNESS

ALECRETO SILVER

ICHIRO UMATSUKI

AKIRO UMATSUKI

MOTOYAMI UMATSUKI

AYAMI UMATSUKI

PRESKRITO

AZGAURD

THE AUTHOR

This book is for all those who love reading and

love to lose themselves in the world of fantasy

created by us—the writers—and for those who cannot live without books.

Prelude

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Once upon a time long, long ago, when the present race of humans was not present, before the age of dinosaurs, at the medieval time of the previous human race, when the evil and good were not balanced and there were people with supernatural powers, there lived a young boy. It was his birthday on 23 June. The year is yet to be known. This is the tale of that boy and starts with him being 12. And his name was Ichiro Umatsuki.

Chapter I

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Introduction

I lived on an island named the Spirit Island. The sky used to be always azure without any blemish. There were lots of greenery; there were mountains, rivers, cliffs, and lakes. And there was always present the fresh breeze of the sea. Our island was pretty big with a population of almost 800 million with thousands of cities. I lived in Serran, which was the biggest city in the island and was also its capital.

I lived with my three siblings and old Larry. My youngest sibling was my sister Ayami, who was eight years old. Before her were my other siblings, Akiro and Motoyami, both ten years old. They were non-identical—entirely non-identical in fact—twins. They both were followers of falsehood and often had rebuttals with each other as well as with every next person they met. They roamed with their gang of mischief, which was famous over the island by the name the Canards whose chiefs were Akiro and Curzon with Motoyami as the vice-captain.

Our names were quite strange when compared to the rest of the people even when our culture and language were the same. Some people even criticised our names, and I hated them. A person had no right to name himself; that right was his/her parents’. This was one of the reasons we detested our parents.

Akiro was good at quite a many things, but Motoyami was good at almost nothing. I was the one responsible for all my siblings because our mom and dad were at war and we hadn’t even seen the faces of our other relatives. In fact, we didn’t even know whether they actually existed.

Larry had complete knowledge about almost everything in the world (at least, that was what I thought). He knew all the fighting skills and all the special techniques and also had knowledge of secrets that were way too old for anyone presently living on our island. He used to help us out in everything. He prepared our food and washed the dishes. But the strange thing was the speed at which he did these. I always knew—or believed, rather—that he had been using some kind of magic, but whenever I asked about it, he just said that he knew no magic and that it was just his experience and skill.

A guild master came to train us personally. He was just like a teacher for fighting skills. I didn’t even know his name. Whenever I asked him, he always said, ‘You will know when the time is right’.

Sometimes I also thought that he was a little crazy. Wasn’t it the right time to tell your name when you met someone for the first time? And what was the harm in telling your name to someone?

I was the only one of us four who knew about the reality of our parents. The others (including everyone else on Spirit Island) thought that our mom and dad were travellers and that they travelled across the seas and oceans and were hence so rich. There were a few who even dared to be mere travellers. They said that anywhere in this world could never be as safe as your very own native land.

Our house was the biggest one we had ever seen. It had a total of almost forty rooms. There were separate bedrooms, bathrooms, toilets, dressing rooms, store rooms, and sword fighting and archery rooms, which were all quite big.

There was also an inter-joint-mansion sort of thing for Larry and also one for visitors such as the guild masters. All was divided in three floors with an area of around fifty acres, including the gardens and the backyard where the open training by the guild master used to take place.

We went to the archives to learn about old-age warriors and also about the fighting styles. I was the most dexterous in sword fighting, and so, to tease me, many of my mates called me by the nickname Dexter.

My sister, Ayami, was already a master archer. She was just an eight-year-old girl but she could beat all archers, great and small.

Akiro and Motoyami were the next top-notch sword masters after me. Akiro was a pretty smooth liar or, better say, a trickster. He drove them into traps followed by sword master combos. His strikes were really fast, and they tricked his opponent again and again with a bunch of combos. He was so fast and furious that the person in front of him wouldn’t have time to think before acting, resulting in his own defeat. But, before claiming the victory, Akiro had a habit of titillating his opponent, and only after that would he finally finish him/her off.

Motoyami was not fast at all. In fact, he was clumsy, but he sure was strong. If his antagonists tried to block his attacks, they often ended up with broken swords, and so they finally truckled in. He was the only fat one amongst the four of us. He was a coward and was too lazy to even bother learning anything new.

Ayami was an altruist as she always helped other people. While fighting, she always played safe, and never lost her calm, which the guild master always appreciated.

I hadn’t expected my birthday to go the way it did. It was my birthday on a Saturday—two days from the end of our yearly competitions, which were a ritual that had been continuing since long before my dad’s birth—and I was going to be thirteen.

We had several competitions, amongst which was sword fighting, in which I had been winning for the past two years though it was an Under-16 tournament and I would only be liable for it two days after its end this year. Before thirteen years of age was wooden sword fighting, in which Motoyami had always been sharing the first prize with Akiro. But that was only after I had left it at 11. Before that, I used to get the first prize, Akiro the second, and Curzon the third by beating Motoyami. But recently, Curzon had joined the real sword fighting while still underage, copying me, giving Motoyami a clear path to the first prize.

Another competition was