Intro time.

On the throne, there was a full suit of armor. It looked empty. On the floor was a gem, a beautiful gem. It was the color of an evening sky, never staying the same, and it glowed unlike anything he had ever seen. He stood up, and looked around. For a moment he wondered where he was, but before he could finish the thought he felt something looking at him. He turned around just as the armor stood up. It still looked empty.
“Who.. who are you?”, he asked. The suit held out its hands, and a voice like grinding metal spoke, “I am one who is many. I am the lord of blades.” He took a step back. What was a god doing here? And why was he here? He swallowed, “Why am I here?” The suit kneeled and picked up the gem. “For this, you are here. It called to you, and it brought you here, to me. It contains great power.”
“Here, it waits. Someday, someone will claim it. And that person will change the world. This is the legacy of the gods, their dying gift.” The suit sat down on his throne. “Why don’t you use it?” “I need not the power of my siblings. It is not mine.”
“This power is not for you either.”, the lord said. He turned around and smiled, “You are still a stranger to this world. Leave. Come back when you are ready.” The boy blinked, “But.. why?” There was no anwser. The suit was once again an empty husk.

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He woke up sweating. What was that dream all about? A mug of water sounded nice, so he went downstairs to get one.


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Once again, no names. Except for the god. But that's a god so it's okay.
Fantasy story, this will go on.
Suggest names now.