One morning Yun-Seong found himself reflecting looking at his blade. It seemed so long ago that Seong-Mina had told him of the White-Storm's power. (Anyone who's played the game knows) It had the power to let the holder reflect, see what they were looking for, see inside themselves. He stared deeply into the blade, not worrying about where he was walking. It was an open country anyway, with all kinds of landscapes. As he stared, he began to become entranced, until he actually passed out!
Yun-Seong awoke from his nap to find a massive blade near him. He finally realized his situation. "Holy hell! That's the White Storm!" He'd been shrunken to a small enough size to fit in the palm of a hand. Snapping from his confusion, he heard a rumbling in the earth. Someone was coming! But who?
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