When a powerful desire indwells in things touched by mortal souls, they become goblins.

A blade smeared with blood from countless battles... Was enchanted with a powerful desire bedewed with its masters blood.

Only the bride of the goblin will be able to draw the blade.

Once drawn, everything will then to ashes and peace will be granted.

                           •••

The girl laughed shaking her head and getting up, saying her farewell to the old man she had became friends with. The old man reached for her arm, stopping her.

"At a moment of life and death,make a wish with a powerful desire. A soft-hearted creator might grant you that wish."

1968

Namjoon walked the sidewalks of the foreign country, lunch in hand. He stops at his destination.

The little boy runs out. Namjoon puts his hand out stopping him.

"I wouldn't do that of I were you. If you run away from home now, you'll be even more miserable." He told the kid, ignoring the bruises on his face. "You'll never see your mom again-"

"Who are you?" The boy asked "are you Korean?"

"Its complicated, its your turn now, speak to him in a loud clear voice.." He started moving the flower pot in the middle of the stairs. "Tell him 'you adopted me so that makes me your son take care of me.' Tell your mom it hurts."

"Who are you? get out of my way." The boy ignored him.

"If he beats me to death will you take responsibility?"

"That's why I broke his ribs for you."

The boys adoptive father came out, yelling at his son, he didn't see the plant and tripped. Namjoon placed the lunch in the boys hand.

"This is your lunch now go to school. The answer for questions 17 in math is 4 not 2."

"Who on earth are you?"

Namjoon patted his back giving a small smile and walked away.

                                •••

Namjoon was once a general, a great one. He led his men and his kingdom to success. He was loved by the people by everyone and because of that the young king felt threatened.

After winning the war. General Kim and his men made their way back to their home, people yelling out his name. The crew stopped at the front gates of the palace when a servant  came out.

"Kim Namjoon take your gear off and see your king!" The men said.

Namjoon's men frowned. "Is this the way we are going to be treated after fighting for this kingdom general kim-" he was stopped my Namjoon.

Namjoon took off his gear followed by his men.

"Step aside." Namjoon ordered taking his sword out. "If you try to stop me you will die." He glared stepping forward. Suddenly arrows started coming out of no were killing his men. Namjoon looked back taken aback but the sudden attack. His men kneeled.

"I'll be back." Namjoon said. He walked through the gates. Seeing people tied up, his family!
He was faced with the king, the king telling him to back down and accept his punishment. Namjoon kept walking

"Keep walking and i will kill them all."

Namjoon stop. The beautiful boy in front of him.

"Go general, whatever happens to me, I will accept just go." he said. He tried to protest but he didn't hear. Namjoon nodded and kept walking.

"Kill them!" The arrow was shot the swords were killing, Namjoon kept a straight face. The guards placed the other people in front to kill them. Namjoon stopped. People couldn't die because of him.

"Make him kneel!" The guard behind him cut the back of his knees making him fall before the king. Namjoon used his sword for support.

"Kill him!" The command came.

"General!" His friend called, tears falling when he seen the scene before him.

"I want you to do it." Namjoon tells him.

"I shall follow your order." He says sobbing. He gets in front of Namjoon, placing the sward at his chest.

"Forgive me." He cries. "I will follow you soon." He says and pushes the sword in his chest. Blood fell out of his chest. The sword slowly killing him.

"Throw him in the fields for the animals."

Namjoon laid I'm the field, villagers praying and crying for him. He looked up at the sky taking his last breath.

                                •••

"Sir." The old man cried falling to his knees in front of Namjoon.

"I'm so sorry for being late, I've been sick." The man explains, his young grandson looking at his grandfather.

"I think its my time to go. This is my grandson." He points to the kid. "He will serve you now sir."

"Who grandpa?" The little boy asked.

The sword started to move, lighting going off. The two people back away their eyes widening at Namjoon standing in front of them. The sword glowing. His scars being removed from his face.

                             •••
"Grandpa." The boy sobbed. Namjoon frowned. He picked up a rock placing it on the grave of a good friend as his grandson cried.

"My first punishment." Namjoon eyes watered. The boy looked at him.

"I'll serve you from now on." He said bowing at Namjoon. "It was my grandfather dying wish."

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So here's the first chapter.

What do you think?