[ Takes place in a fantasy medieval world called "Relios". In the realm of Relios, there are many different races, magics, creatures, fauna, etc. Dwarfs in Relios have the ability to hear the voice of weapons. Certain weapons can have the ability to gain a more humanoid-like form, though it is scarce, and only weapons with true souls are able. ]

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[ Elric is returning home to his village from a long trip, however, on his journey he has to take a slight detour and finds himself on a long-abanded battlefield. Littered with ruins of a past seemingly unknown to the world, he explored more of the land filled with lingering woe. Elric sees a rusted, still-standing, blade dug into the soil. He steps closer and gently runs a finger over the hilt with a gentle frown. To his surprise, the voice of the blade echoes in his mind, it was a tired voice, one that had lost hope yet would still refuse to be dampened even all these years. ]

"You've been here for many years, haven't you? Your blade has rusted and your hilt is frayed, but even while you deteriorate in this place, you hold on, why is that?"

[ The blade was silent before its voice once again echoed. "For it is my duty." Was what the blade answered with. ]

"Duty... That is an admirable reason, but tell me... Are you happy? Do you truly wish to spend your days here in this place of woe?"

[ When Elric didn't hear the voice he continued to speak. ]

"May I have the honor to give you life once again? To take you with me? No weapon such as you should be left in such a place. If not... May I at least know the name of the honorable blade before me?"