Heavenly Sword

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Prophecies speak of a savior,

a deity born of man,

whose fate is to wield

the heavenly sword.

It is said that a free people

will always choose peace

over war.

My people have never had

that choice.

They called him the raven lord.

Some say he was mortal.

A warlord thirsty for power.

But I swear he rose from hell

to scorch the world with hatred.

All humanity would disappear

like smoke.

But when all was lost,

their salvation, their hope,

came from the heavens.

A warrior...

Mighty enough to challenge

even the raven lord.

And shining through the horror,

a weapon like no other.

When the battle ended,

the heavenly warrior

had vanished,

never to be seen again.

And so was born the legend

of our heavenly sword.

Men tore

each other's flesh apart

to wield the sword's

unearthly power.

This sword,

once a blessing upon mankind,

had become its curse.

So began the story of our clan,

a family of nomadic warriors

dutifully charged as

sole custodians of the sword,

to save man

from destroying himself.

Be wary, clan brothers,

the green witch

is known for her trickery.

Leave kai alone.

You think you can stop us?

I only need to stop you, kyo.

These fools think

you're special.

Our special failure!

The great war will come,

and we will fall...

Because of you, nariko!

The prophet said a savior

was coming, and we got you!

You're a curse upon the clan.

If I'm a curse, then you're

a fool to make me angry.

Apologize to kai.

I don't apologize to orphans.

She's not even

a member of the clan.

She's nothing but a pet.

I'm waiting.

O-okay, I...

What is all of this?

Prophet takashi, she's mad!

She attacked us for no reason!

It was them.

They attacked kai.

He had a dagger.

What dagger?

There. Itsuki has it.

Let go of me!

Nariko!

Father?

How dare you speak to your elder

in such a fashion?

Prophet takashi, tell him.

You saw. You know I'm telling...

enough!

You try my patience.

You are forbidden from

mixing with the warrior caste.

- But all I...

- go!

My loving father.

I was his great

and only failure.

His living shame.

Kyo was right.

I had cursed him.

Imagine if you actually

allowed her to train.

Perhaps she isn't the failure

you have always

condemned her of being.

Nevertheless, she is not

the chosen one.

Nor is she a kitten.

Get in line, kyo.

You can be next.

Oh, aren't you funny.

You try too hard

to be the son

your father wanted.

So do you.

Kai, stop it.

We do not kill our clansmen.

Kai won't kill.

Just make some blood.

I believe her.

Come on.

We should be training.

To arms! To arms!

Quickly! Get inside!

Kai, we should...

kai? Where are you?

- You're welcome.

- Thank you.

After everything I...

why did you...

no matter who we are

or what we do,

this clan is my family.

And family protects its own.

Always.

Lower your sword, daughter.

Come with me.

King bohan.

He was a boy of great destiny,

taught to lead and to win.

Bohan was to emerge

as the finest of kings.

He was trained

to fight with dignity.

But honor and goodness,

he did not possess.

Scarred with defeat,

his black heart brooded.

He dreamed of a glorious future,

but those secret hopes

were swiped away

with violence and contempt.

He vowed revenge.

And this much he knew:

His time would come.

Bohan was as malevolent

and vicious then as he is now.

Even as a child,

he thirsted for power.

But the crown wasn't enough to

appease his appetite and rage.

A king?

Bohan wanted to become a God.

And for that he needed

our heavenly sword.

Yes, daddy.

I'll get steady this time.

Those of you

within the fortress,

bring me this heavenly sword

you hold so precious,

and I swear to you

no one will be hurt or killed.

You will be rewarded

for your sacrifice.

How could he know?

How could that monster know?

Turn those walls to rubble.

As you wish, sire.

Take the sword, nariko.

It is yours to protect now.

Our walls cannot withstand

such bombardment.

And bohan must never be allowed

to possess the sword.

Me? You give this task to me?

You defeated

bohan's assassins today.

Your skill surpasses

the best of my clansmen.

It's true you are

no heavenly warrior,

but as takashi said,

clearly you are no kitten.

Take the sword, nariko.

Keep your ego in check.

Remember your chores,

your challenges.

I will lead our people east.

Bohan will follow.

You, nariko,

will take the sword west.

Father, no.

They'll destroy you.

You cannot outrun an army.

But you can, and you will.

Their attention will be on us.

That will be your moment.

Kai, come.

Kai will keep you safe.

No, kai, I have to stay.

- Come, kai!

- But...

don't leave me!

Don't leave me, please!

Oh, no.

Over there!

Well done, nariko.

How do you...

how do you know my name?

I am king.

Now hand it over.

- I don't know what you're...

- now!

Or I'll make you beg

for your own death.

Do you want to suffer

as your father suffered?

As your sister suffered?

- I don't have a sister.

- You did.

That little

paint-faced idiot.

Kai.

You didn't know

she was your sister?

Naive little girl!

Nariko,

you were firstborn daughter

in the year of the firehorse.

But that was only month one.

Your father, the reckless fool,

had plenty of time.

You know about his disappearance

the night of your birth?

Vanished for months.

Everyone thought

he'd done himself in.

He went forth

spreading his useless seed

throughout the land,

infecting women like a virus,

so desperate to correct

his mistake:
You.

By December, your sister kai

was born, another failure.

Absolute runt of the litter.

But here is the glorious irony.

Something your dear father

never even knew.

On the 23rd day of

the 12th and very last month,

your father had a son.

From the womb of one of

the many women he took by force.

Yes, against their will.

But hell hath no fury

like a woman scorned.

She gave birth,

faked her own death,

and fled to the high country,

a fishing village in the north,

where now, this so-called

chosen one, your brother,

is a dirty common blacksmith.

You are a monster, bohan.

You are the king of lies.

And while

I don't believe anyone...

let alone

the bastard son of shen...

can bring me harm,

legend claims that

the one thing that can stop me

is the weapon on your back

in the chosen one's hands.

So you see,

both must be destroyed.

It's over, nariko.

Your family, your clan,

your home all gone!

Nothing left to fight for.

So let us be done with it.

Drop the sword.

Yes.

Now put it down...

And back away.

Don't be a fool.

Even your father knew

that thing is cursed.

Why should I care?

You've left me

with nothing to live for.

So much for the easy way.

Kill her!

In that moment,

nariko sealed her fate.

All she saw was

her fatal mistake:

Delivering the sword to bohan,

to the very evil

it was meant to defeat.

And as her death drew near,

she new that he must never hold

the heavenly sword.

No matter the cost.

No!

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