but what most travelers came to see were the mighty forges and the Aztar who ran them. They were ma.s.sive ancients, they said to be almost as old as the Elder G.o.ds most belived them.

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There bodys were mostly musules and beard.

One day a young man with dark red hair and deep blue eyes came across a young Aztar who was practing his swordsmans.h.i.+p "what are you doing there, Young Warrior?" The man asked

The boy replied still swinging his sword " The Aztar are said to be great warriors, I wish to be one as well like my father, the chief of the Aztar.

The man nodded and noticed that the sword was emiting great Kyi " What is the name of your sword?" The man asked " It is called Demonsong, for when its a sword that is said to hold the universe together."

The man nodded and walked away. Later that night as the Aztar slept the man stole the great sword. He took it deep into the mountains and into a dark cave " Do you have what i asked for?" a tall clocked figure asked

The man nodded and gave the sword to the figure as he did the figure crushed the Sword.

"Dark Wizard, you know not what you have done. The sword from with you have will cut off all magic from this world." The Chief cried out as he pierecd the Dark Wizard in the heart. "That sword will be needed in due time. A replacement will be needed and when you die you will become the sword that with the barer will uses."

The Dark Wizard cried out as a beam of red light engulfed him and transformed him into Demonsong.

The Chief picked up the sword and walked up to the top of the mountain and using the last of his powers he teleported the sword to a unknown location in Azatareon to be found only be the one worthy of its power