It is seven thirty-six in the morning. Rex, a man in his late thirties turned on his television and it was the same news story as it had been for weeks now. The trial of Pen Kenders droned on and on and there felt as if there was never going to be an end to it.
Rex didn"t care if he opened the blade or not because he had real problems to deal with but still he couldn"t believe what a mess it had made in Antacia all the same and now it was all these kingdom dwellers could talk about. “Do you think this kid did it?” Marion asked him as she walked out of the bathroom in a deep red robe. Rex took his gaze off the screen and to her with a smile.
“I don"t know. It does seem kind of strange that thousands of generations of Blade Guardians happen, this nobody kid gets it and then the world comes
