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Varael'dris, known to some as the Blade of the First Light, is a weapon of near-mythical status in Elleria, its name woven through history like a distant, haunting melody. Stories of its brilliance and terror are as numerous as they are contradictory; some tell of its creation as a beacon of salvation, while others recall it as the harbinger of destruction.
Those who have truly known it are few, and many who sought it have lost themselves along the way. Forged by the will of an ancient being known only as The One, Varael'dris was meant for the hands of Amynth, a guardian of unmatched grace and strength.
The blade was crafted for her alone, designed to amplify her gifts and to defend Elleria’s fragile balance. Varael'dris was, in its truest form, a weapon of light wielded in service of peace.
However, with time, the blade’s aura of power began to attract attention. Tales of Varael'dris’s legendary capabilities spread like wildfire, luring rulers and warriors alike. Each believed they could wield it, channeling its power to reshape kingdoms and command fate itself.
Yet, for those other than Amynth, Varael'dris offered only ruin. The blade draws from the spirit of its wielder, amplifying their strengths but also magnifying their flaws and desires. In the hands of mortals, Varael'dris has only ever sown discord, feeding ambition until it turns to madness, and distorting resolve into ruthless obsession.
For those who seek it now, one critical truth remains: Varael'dris cannot simply be picked up. The sword has a will of its own, forged with a purpose that defies mortal interference. Many have reached for its hilt, only to find themselves inexplicably repelled or even driven back by an invisible force.
Some have reported hearing whispers, or feeling a presence that judges their worth, searching their heart for the purity that Amynth once embodied. It is said that only one in harmony with Varael'dris's essence can ever hope to wield it—someone who bears no shadow of ambition or corruption.
Now, Varael'dris lies hidden, waiting in silence. The legend of the First Light persists, and with it, the haunting knowledge that the blade itself chooses whom, if anyone, it will allow to hold its power. As many have learned too late, the Blade of the First Light serves its own purpose and bows to no master unworthy of its legacy.
*''It's not by hand, but yet by blade, that can break the magic that the devil made.''*
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