"L" Trailer

A figure stands among three others, at the bottom of a humungous spiraling staircase, a figure with messy, flowing black hair, and a dark demeanor that would scare anyone. This boy looks back and forth between the four people he stands with, and, receiving a nod from all of them, steps forward, to the edge of a lake of still water, dark blue and unable to see the bottom. He fiddles with his left are for a slight amount of time, before casting aside a dust crystal and canister, his arm falling limp. He then sheds his jacket and shoes, and dives into the water, swimming towards the lake's center.

After what felt like a greater part of an hour, the boy, soaking and exhausted by swimming with one arm, comes to a small piece of land in the center of the lake. Sticking out of a black stone on the ground is a massive gold and black sword.

The boy approaches the weapon, shaking his hair dry of water. He slowly reaches out, nearly touching the handle of the weapon. He looks back, to see his three friends behind him at the edge of the lake. He then reaches forward a bit more, and snatches the sword's handle.

A pillar of gold glow explodes from above the sword, surrounding him, blowing his hair and clothes upwards as he feels his aura being sucked from him, then pushed back in, or at least something doing such. The weapon flashed gold, expelling the aura erupting from it, and in an instant, everything on the sword that was gold became a dark grey color, and everything that was black, became white. In the silence, The boy was still, as everything that had stood up on him fell back towards earth. He blows his bangs out of the way of his eyes, and pulls. The weapon slides out of the ground, a good four feet of blade rising from the ground, surprisingly weightless in his hand. He could hold it just as easily as he could hold his own sword, "Lance."

Unfortunately, that was as much time as he had to think about the weapon, before a loud roar was heard. In the wake of what felt like a sudden earthquake, the head of a giant black serpant grim broke the surface of the water, roaring and spitting at the boy on the small island. A call could be heard from the shore, but the boy had tuned it out. With a cocky smirk, he hefted the weapon into his traditional fighting stance, his body turned to the side, holding the sword in his right hand, pointed at the enemy above his head, his weight on his back leg.

With only the lingering echo of the roar making noise in the cavern, the serpent lunges it's head for the boy, who promptly Spun the weapon in his wrist, and, at the perfect moment, jabbed it upwards, catching it into the roof of the serpent's gaping maw, jamming it up into it's skull, and putting a gash in it's mouth. He held tight to the weapon as the beast recoiled, swinging it's head about it pain, eventually lashing up and dislodging the boy from it's mouth. Quickly regaining his bearings, the boy flipped over and brought the sword down, slicing through the top half of the beast's head, splitting it's head into two, hanging over it's open throat. The beast fell, it's head tumbling to the small island, the boy tumbling out of it's mouth, his outfit stained in blood.

He quickly swam back to his companions, recollecting his dust, and making his arm return to it's usefulness. As they were about to leave, however, a loud, sickening screech echoed throughout the cavern, prompting them all to turn around. The beast's head rose again, and the top half, in a horrifying, bloody display, formed into two heads, the bottom splitting with them. A hydra.

"Great...now it's twice the ugly..." the boy chuckles, planting his new weapon in the ground, and pulling back a bolt action lever on his prosthetic arm, causing the loud clicking sound of a loading gun to echo through the cave. The beast swam around the island and lunged a head for the boy's ground, who the other three dodged, The boy aimed his left palm at the beasts open maw, and fired a crimson shot from it into the beast's open mouth, singing it's throat and causing it to recoil in agony. Chuckling, he grabbed the sword with his mechanical hand and tugged up...and was unable to pull it from it's place...
"Huh!?" he shouts, yanking on it with his prosthetic, unsuccessful in pulling it from the ground. He looks up at the sound of another roar, only to see the beast's second head rearing for an attack.
"Uh....Mercy?"

With a loud roar and splashing noise ring through the cave as the beast's head lunges forward.

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