[VRMMO] Dead One

The sword was created.

Caliburn.

But as of right now this sword was nothing more than nameless sword.

An sword that nobody knows about and has no desire off.

If anything, this sword will be nothing more than curse for those who don't know.

And so, Erza was given an task.

"BECOME THE KING OF BRITAN."

Erza took on the form of a man and took on new name, Uther Pendragon.

An new identity, with an goal of becoming an king and prove the might of the Caliburn.

And so, she went around, proving herself as an hero, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people, ruling people, saving people, uniting people.

Over and over again.

Becoming an symbol for her people in their eyes.

Becoming an hero for her people in their eyes.

Becoming the king for her people in their eyes.

…

But she was once again nothing more than her parents puppets.

She became the mightiest hero once again and then declared.

"My children. The time had come."

"I will be soon no more."

"And I say it; there will be chaos. There will be destruction."

"And I will say it…. You are not ready."

"No."

"You need to become ready on your own."

"My sword. Caliburn."

"I shall let it take what remains of it and empower it, but not to make the blade stronger."

"Nay. I shall seal the sword in an stone."

"An stone that cannot be destroyed."

"You will be able to pull this sword out, but let me tell you something."

"Those who are brave enough, those who are willing enough, those who have strong enough courage and those who possess an unshaken will."

"Those people shall be tested. Be it an noble, king or even simple commoner. All will be tested equally."

"You will face my suffering, my nightmares and my will."

"Defeat the trail and prove your worthy."

"The one who shall destroy my shadows."

"The one who shall destroy my image."

"The one that shall destroy my legend."

"The one who shall destroy all of my trails shall be the one who would pull out the Caliburn."

"And the one who shall pull out the sword shall be named the Pendragon; they shall take on this name and become the new rightful ruler of the Britan."

"The grounds around the sword shall be holy and no blood shall be spilled!"

"This will be the rule!"

"All are welcome to try! Kings, nobles, commoners, even those who were turned into slaves. All have right to try and pull out the sword!"

"So come if you dare!"

"Face my suffering and ghost and earn your prize!"

"Let the sword decided your worthiness and see if you can claim the sword that shall guide you and let you create your own destiny!"

The king plunged his sword into the stone before then disappearing.

And now, the waiting game began.

Merling, Morgan and Erza observed as countless peopled began trying to pull out of the sword from the get go.

Greed.

It was nothing more than greed.

Nobles and royalties alike from Britan tried take the sword, but it wasn't just them.

People from different kingdoms.

Kings from different kingdoms.

Bandits.

Thugs.

Scum.

Bastards.

All sort of greedy people gathered and tried pulling out the sword.

But they soon realized it wasn't easy.

The "trial" destroyed them all to the point they didn't even lasted an second.

Many ran away in fear upon witnessing this trail while other gave up before even trying upon witnessing the suffering of those who had failed and saw the terror on their face.

Many failed. Many gave up.

But even so many of did not gave up and tried again and again.

Some tried using nasty tactics like using magic to pull out the sword or trying to destroy the stone.

However, none of their tricks worked.

The stone itself wasn't something as simple enchanted stone with magic, nay.

It was an craft that was an Caliburn sheath and so it couldn't be destroyed.

The trails continues.

People gathered.

Tricks were used.

Some tried again once again, only to fail.

Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail.

And once again.

FAIL.

All of them failed.

Thousands tried but not even single person was able to pull out the sword.

Even demons and spirits gathered, trying to pull out the blade, but even they had failed.

There were some people with potential that had failed to pull out the sword, but did became heroes in the future. However, they were still not the "true heroes".

And so, years went by.

People came. Failed.

Even after the years had passed, the sword was still stuck in the sword.

People keep coming and trying…. But as even more time had passed, the amount of the people trying to pull out the sword began dropping bit by bit to the point people started believing that there is no way to pull out the sword and that it was some sort of curse placed on it.

The new king of Britain was selected, ignoring the will of the Uther Pendragon started being ignored.

"Did the plan failed?" – asked Merlin.

"No…. The trial was perfect…. IT IS PERFECT!" – replied Morgan.

"However,…. No! We were right! The plan is perfect! But they are still not showing up!"

"We need to wait! We need to wait until the chosen one really takes on the challenge!"

"…"

Erza observed her parents and she understood something.

They are not doing anything…. No. They can't do anything.

…

She didn't had to do anything.

She wasn't ordered; they couldn't order her.

If they want for their plan to absolute work, they cannot take any direct actions.

"…"

(Does it mean I'm free?) – though Erza.

Many thoughts began filling her head, asking about the situation, trying to understand the situation, but all she could come up was "freedom".

Their parents madness was forced to shut down in order to fulfil their plan.

And with their madness being shut down, she gained something she never truly had.

"FREEDOM!"

She was finally freed from the madness of her parents, she could run away, she could finally live the life she wanted….. Or did she?

She was born puppet, but she never had any wishes…. Nay. She was still innocent in a sense after finally gaining true freedom.

….

She wandered around, thinking what she wanted to do herself.

She used her own riches she had accumulate, experiencing different kind of joys and pain that hero wouldn't normally experience.

Human.

She started acting like human.

Like innocent girl that was curios and started exploring the world.

This was her.

No, the "Knight King" Uther nor the "Hero Of Wondering Play" Erza.

She was just an girl.

And she understood it… She just wanted to be it.

She didn't wanted to be hero.

She didn't wanted be an king.

She didn't wanted to be anybody special.

"NOBODY"

Being an nobody was the thing that brough fourth something real that she didn't knew if she experienced before.

"JOY"

Joy.

Something she never though she would experience.

But it wasn't all.

Anger, despair, excitement, playfulness and so on.

She experienced feelings, emotions and many more.

She became human.

She hated it, she loved it, she wanted it, she didn't wanted it…..

"…Heh…. Hehehehe..."

"HAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

And then she laughed, she finally laughed.

She was no longer an puppet.

She was an real living person now.

And she could do nothing about it but scream and laugh.

She didn't had an dream, she wasn't allowed to dream. But now? She had one.

To forget her past and become nothing.

She wanted to live not an life of a hero nor an king.

She just wanted to enjoy her own life.

And so, she did.

Swords, axes, staffs, spears, bows and armor, she left them all to rot.

And she herself just became an simple farmer girl.

An life of nobody.

An life of somebody not important.

An life of somebody who would not make any achievements.

An life of somebody who would just be themselves.

Honestly, she didn't understanded herself why she became nothing more than farmer girl, but she enjoyed it.

She enjoyed her life without meaning.

She enjoyed experiencing new things that she would never as an hero.

She felt…. Alive.

And so, she was.

Farmer girl.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

She lived with humans.

She met many she loved, she met many she hated, but in the end she enjoyed herself.

And so, time went by.

Her parents still watching over the sword while not even trying to contact their daughter.

And you know what?

She wasn't bothered by it.

If anything, she realized something.

She despised them.

She wasn't just scared of them, she realized how mad they were beyond believe…. And so, she never wanted to deal with them ever again.

She enjoyed herself.

And one day when she was enjoy herself, she met an young boy.

An boy that was just an human.

An boy by the name of Arthur.