Fate of a sword

Danté sat up with a yell, he realised just as the nightmare haunted his sleep it will dig at his sanity on every other occasion. Ten years later and his subconscious mind tapped into his mother's abilities, he now remembered how he saved Villa, and it had him rattled.

The smoke still hanging in the sky like the memories, he stood there in awe watching the chaos, then that soft light that surrounded him in protection vanished and the ambient returned, burning huts, the smell of the dead and burnt reached his nostrils.

He fell to his knees and vomited the last meal his mother made, the last one he ever had and he couldn't even keep it down at the sight of this void that now lied before him, alone, in a forest, what lies in the future now? He never left there, never even learned how to find his way out.

He stood up and ran to his parents, slipping in his vomit as he rose but that forced the tears out more.

"Mother!? Father!?" He screamed falling to his knees next to them an