The Whistling Swordsman

By Neo Gentrics

Since the disappearance of his grandfather five years ago, Xeonix took it upon himself to find out what happened to him. He will never stop trying to find the man who killed him. Living up to the reputation of his family name, he must master ancient sword skills and arts, while attempting to make allies along the way. It is not an easy path to t

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Cancer Productions
• Release date: Jul 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781088127476

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Dedication

To my loving parents, grandparents and teachers that helped support me in this endeavor. Also, I would like to dedicate these series to my grandfather especially who loved these stories when we would tell them to him.

In Memory Of:

Natalio De Jesus

Dec. 01, 1938 – Dec. 19, 2019

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my teachers, my editor, and my family without whose help this book would never have been completed. Thank you for your patience and guidance, your use of the editor’s red pen. With the help and guidance of those around me, I was able to create the start of a masterpiece.

Introduction

This book was written to be the first of a multipart series. The way these books are written is so that all the information you need in order to understand the world or what is happening is provided from the previous books, or in this case, this book and its predecessors.

However, none of these books will have a recap of the previous book for this reason. I have attempted to avoid info dumping and extremely long chapters to make this series fun and enjoyable for every reader.

Part 1

Prelude

Looking back on my trials and tribulations in life, I couldn’t believe how much I’ve gone through. The thing that bewildered me the most in my younger years was why my grandfather didn’t want to teach me the art of the sword. It perplexed me for most of my life because no matter how many times I queried my father, he always avoided answering me. 

I’d ponder if I did find the answers whether my grandfather would ever reappear or not. In addition, a part of me said that I could be risking my family’s safety and even end up having the same fate as my grandfather if I learned the sword arts. Nevertheless, I’d spent most of my life trying to put all the puzzle pieces together hoping to find some clue as to what went on. It wasn’t until I was nineteen that I would start getting answers.

At the time when my journey started, I was just a teenager who had lived all his life in a small town on the outskirts of the city of Sacar. Now, eight years later, I am twenty-seven years old and finally able to revisit previous events journey in order to, hopefully, reveal the truth of my family’s history. My name Xeonix Novus and this is my tale of the whistling swordsman.

Marketplace Swordsman

In the Past

We live on the planet Midosa, the second planet in our solar system. Our planet has suffered many wars, but the last war was many years ago. It has been approximately seventeen years since the last Great War on the continent of Picodesh. It was just another ordinary day at home for me, since the alleged death of my grandfather. The supposed truth is that he disappeared during the last Great War.

Besides that, nothing unusual has happened since then. Then again when you’re at home in an exasperating neighborhood like me, there is never anything to do. The thought of boredom made me want to scream just to make that somewhat exciting. Most people my age would just go the library or the park. That would be perfect for me if I had a car or better yet a license since the nearest library is a few far away enough to make a bike ride feel like an eternity.

I would like to say that I have friends that could take me, but I would be lying. The only vehicle my family ever had was used by my dad who worked in town. Even still financial difficulties ensued and, as a result, my brothers and I were home-schooled through secondary grades. At least I was close to my family.

My dad worked full-time as a metalsmith repairing broken or worn tools, and my mom stayed at home teaching us. I’m the eldest out of the three. My brothers were still young and couldn’t really go far so they often played in the yard or helped our mom in the garden.

Fortunately thanks to them, my days weren’t always boring. Handling my brothers is enough for me during the day, but even they could tell you just how boring it really was staying at home all day. My name is Xeonix Novus and my family is well known for being great blacksmiths and swordsmen or at least we were.

I’m a proud graduate of Aero High School, with honors of course. I’m 22 years of age and my birthday is in a few months. At any rate my days are usually like this: wake up in the morning, clean myself up, eat, and then go outside to carve things out of wood to pass the time occasionally selling them for extra money in town. Regardless, even that gets old so now I’m looking for a job to pass the time.

Unfortunately, my luck finding a job hasn’t changed. My family considers laying around doing nothing a complete disgrace which is why I at least try to busy. We also have other rules that we must live by. One of which is fighting without a valid cause isn’t allowed. They think that if there is no reason for doing something, then it should be avoided. The fighting without a reason doesn’t sit right with me anyways.

I often feel like I’m the only one in my family that’s truly out of place no matter what. Morality and honor are two of the biggest things in our family. No matter how hard I try to please them, I always seem to fail. Saying I should be able to do better. Nevertheless, I digress.

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