Book of Troubled Times

Sword at my side and wine in hand, I roam the rivers and lakes; her waist is slender, her hand light as a feather. A young man strides forward, a broadsword on his shoulder and wine at his waist, but the world of martial heroes in his heart remains just out of sight. Turn a page in the chronicles of troubled times, and decades of rain fall over the martial world at night. When he suddenly looks back, he has already cleaved the mortal world in two.