True-Soul Chronicles Pt1 - Tysandre Vorlaix

My name is Tysandre Vorlaix, Wielder of the True-Soul Blade. And I’m sure you’re wondering how I got into this situation? Why I’m walking the streets of Sanc-Dumoine in West Galria, looking for eggs to crack with my blessed blade?

The short of it is that I used to be someone completely different. I used to be a petty thief, sneaking around the streets at night, picking pockets and locks for trinkets and coins. And I wasn’t half-bad at it either. I did mess up a few times, but tell me of a thief that has a perfect track record and I’ll tell you the whereabouts of the lost prince, Joshua Crowley. But I digress, I wasn’t just a sneaky rogue, I was also living in the shell of a man ever since my birth. I can’t tell you my dead name, for if I do you’ll be cursed with something terrible, like insomnia, a catchy tune that’ll never leave your head or everything you eat will taste like a pig. And that's because a few weeks ago, I stumbled onto the True-Soul Blade.

It was a fairly normal evening for me, I was just scouting out a potential target for a breaking and entering operation. It was a normal curiosities shop with nothing out of the ordinary at first glance. There were no news or rumors circulating the city about it. I have never had any interest in stealing from a place with a lot of notoriety. By all accounts it was a perfect target. So I went in just before the old owner was about to close to get a look from the inside. She was a lovely little lady who was more than happy to stay open a few minutes extra for me. In retrospect, that might have been more intentional than I initially figured.

She stayed in the corner next to the cash register as I meandered about, looking for items to steal and how to steal them. And as I did, she would softly comment on the different items that I eyeballed. A few pretty baubles and pieces of jewelry here and there. Nothing extravagant, but enough to stave off the landlord for a month at least. I was just about to thank her for her kindness and head off when she suddenly told me that she had a very special item under the counter. One that she felt I had to see before I left. I let my curiosity take over, so I walked up to her and asked to see it.

What she brought up was a long wooden box, unremarkable by all accounts, but you know what they say about books and their covers. When she opened the box, my eyes must have grown to the size of dinner plates. Laying on a simple bed of linen cloth was a gorgeous piece of smithwork. A rapier with a fabulous-looking crossguard of white and yellow gold and a handle covered in fine white silk that looked as pristine as if it had been fashioned that very morning. But the most striking part of it was the blade itself.

It shimmered with a supernatural luster of vibrant pink, blue and white. Whatever craftsperson made this blade must have been giving their own special kingdom in the afterlife for creating this piece of perfection. Without thinking I slowly reached for it, but I snapped out of my reverie just before my hand touched it. With a look of guilt I tried to meet the eyes of the old shopkeeper who simply smiled at me with closed eyes, as if to say that she trusted me with all of her heart.

Boy, did I feel guilty for only being there as part of a plan to steal her stuff…

But I did as my heart intended and I let my hand meet the handle of the blade. In that instant, when I touched the blade for the first time, it was as if I had been torn from the Seventh Realm and I existed on another plane of reality. Without knowing, I had gripped the silk handle with my hand and I heard the blade speak to me. Not with words, but with passionate emotion. The blade was nothing but a blade after all, not possessed by some lost soul or demon to speak with a mere voice. Its simple existence as a blade allowed it to be an instrument of truth, a foundational aspect of reality that could not be debated. It was the True-Soul Blade, a legendary artifact from a time long before the Seventh Realm.

Without words it spoke to me, revealing the long-denied truth of my life. And it asked if I was ready to become its wielder and to accept and carry the truth as my duty from now and until the Seventh Realm grew too old and weak to live on.

I said yes.

You can’t deny the truth when it stands before you like that.

The blade erupted with energies colored blue, pink and white that enveloped the store in a blinding flash. In but a blink of the eye that nonetheless felt like an eternity, I began changing.

My short and greasy hair exploded into a voluminous mass of silken strands that lightened at the ends. The shaggy beard that I had grown because I always liked seeing it on other men evaporated as my face softened into the visage of an angel. The broad muscles of my torso and arms melted away and left little by a lithe and elegant frame that shrank around the waist but bloomed violently from my chest.

As the wielder of the True-Soul Blade, I have to be honest when I say this, but my tits are just fantastic.

The sensations carried on downwards as my hips followed a feminine shape to match my expanding ass and thighs. But that was where my growth spurts seized and parts of me began shrinking instead, parts like my hands and feet which got dainty and slender, much like the rest of me.

When it was all over, the first thing I noticed was how my ill-fitting old clothes felt against my much smaller body. As I stood there, awestruck from having my innermost dream come true and my slacks sagged to the floor, the kind old lady was closing the store. With that same smile from before, she softly invited me to the backroom for some tea and cookies. Without knowing what else to do at this point in my life, I accepted her offer.

The tea was spicy and the cookies were sweet. In the absence of fitting clothes, my new friend had provided me with a fluffy bathrobe to wear while she explained the story behind the rapier I was now the wielder of. She had herself been chosen by the blade some fifty years ago to be its guardian until the day came when its true wielder would appear. Now that the day had come, I was to become more than just the wielder of a very fancy blade, but also the leader of a group of heroes of the Seventh Realm. We were destined to fight for truth and justice, to liberate people living their lives in quiet shame and denial and to make them proud to be who they were deep inside. This was to be the mission of our team. At which point I asked “What team?” So far it was only I who carried a blade like this one.

She told me: “That’s the first part of your mission then. To find your other team members and liberate them like you’ve been liberated.”

- The End.

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I was going so hard when drawing this that I forgot to put Tysandre's pre-TF portrait in a proper place... Oops ^^

Gonna try to write a short story for this tomorrow because this got done really late in the evening. 

Also, I know it's silly and kinda dumb, but I really like stupid "sexy armor" like this. I know how dumb and useless it would be to wear it in real life, but come on, it's funny x)

[Update] Added the story I promised earlier. Hope you enjoy!