There is a weapon. It's one of the strongest ever. There is only one. Many search for it. It is considered the Weapon of Death, the Weapon of Invincibility. No... it could open your soul. It can open your love. Your heart. But the heart is the most strongest ever. It controls your body. It controls your emotions. It controls your mind, and even his brain. Nothing less, the heart can overpower it. Barely. This weapon is the strongest. It can destroy the world. It is passed down in generations. Replicas have been made. Katanas. But this weapon wasn't made in Asia. Not even on planet earth. It was made before Earth. Before the world was made. Legend has it, it actually created the world. The earth. The Galaxy. But, even this weapon is very rare, even a peasant can have one. That's what one peasant had. He had a sweet heart and a thin body. He never harmed, but he saved. Nothing...Nothing...anything....he harmed...everything he saved. But this weapon possesses. And he harmed all the things he loved most dearly. For he then sought out to meet his rival. The one who controls the weapon.
Poseidon
Admes was walking down the marble steps. They were white, but color didn't matter. Yet. Admes was doing homework. He clutched his quill and parchement. He sat down on the steps and placed the parchment on the step above. He wrote on the parchment.
There is a weapon. It's one of the strongest ever. There is only one. Many search for it. It is considered the Weapon of Death, the Weapon of Invincibility. No... it could open your soul. It can open your love. Your heart. But the heart is the most strongest ever. It controls your body. It controls your emotions. It controls your mind, and even his brain. Nothing less, the heart can overpower it. Barely. This weapon is the strongest. It can destroy the world. It is passed down in generations. Replicas have been made. Katanas. But this weapon wasn't made in Asia. Not even on planet earth. It was made before Earth. Before the world was made. Legend has it, it actually created the world. The earth. The Galaxy. But, even this weapon is very rare, even a peasant can have one. That's what one peasant had. He had a sweet heart and a thin body. He never harmed, but he saved. Nothing...Nothing...anything....he harmed...everything he saved. But this weapon possesses. And he harmed all the things he loved most dearly. For he then sought out to meet his rival. The one who controls the weapon.
Poseidon
Admes was walking down the marble steps. They were white, but color didn't matter. Yet. Admes was doing homework. He clutched his quill and parchement. He sat down on the steps and placed the parchment on the step above. He wrote on the parchment.
The greek temple of Poseidon is located in So