A/N: Just like the Yokada. I don't know the potential of what I have here. I'm just starting- I have no idea what I want it to be about. Just bare with me.

My Sword, My Death

Chapter One

Zhen is running, sword in hand, in a torn, red shen-i , in a midday waterbed- a man is chasing her- angry for a reason that would remain a mystery.

Quan- Yo contuned to chase her down and attacked- she blocked his attack to a horizontal slice and continued running. He ran after her once again and attacked bigger- sheblocked and ripped through him with her sword, continuing to run.

She sat down at the mountain base, crying as she looked at her sword. Her sword was inanimate. It didn't move, breath, speak or talk and yet everything that got her where she was today was its own fault.