Confusion takes me spiraling into the empty depths of nowhere. I stand, consumed by destruction and pain. I cannot move, for the shackels of time have me restrained just behind enemy lines. Staring into the eyes of evil headed my way, I close my eyes, awaiting my death. I hold my chains tight, for the force will be greater than I will ever feel. My last, dying breath grows near. Do I have the strength left, to remove my restraints? My battles have been great, and I doubt the strength I possess can free my tired soul. My eyes open once again. They begin to fill and tears stream down my reddened, angry face. I fall to my knees, as burning tears continue to stream. I cannot die this way. I must fight. I must fight with courage, and win. Then and only then, will my tired body be able to lie down and never live again.
I begin to break free, as impossible strength from within, overwhelmes my being. I easily pull the chains from their place, and a sense of hope comes over me. My soul is not finished with its quest. A quest to live and give life. The confusion begins to fog my vision, but, I make it to my feet. With no weapon in my hand, I stand with anger. I stand with fearless intentions. Enemies grow near, but, I keep my stance. They cannot defeat me. They will not defeat me. I carry with me, the heart of a warrior, and that can defeat all that is evil.
Evil approaches at an increasing speed. I look behind me to the left to find a quivering team of warriors, shaking in their boots. I look back to my left to see weapons of destruction, backing away out of fear. I still keep my footing in the sinking earth. I glance down at my tattered rags, I wear on my person. As I quickly look up, I hear the fury of hoof and foot, side by side, headed my way. Retreating is not an option. I will fight with pride. I will fight with power. I will conquer this army. Every last demon will feel my wraith. If my captors, behind me, run scared, I will be a lone warrior. I cannot let the enemy harm the innocence lying beyond the hills of the battlefield. The babes and maidens cannot encounter the evil, I face before me.
No blade or weapon will harm their fair skins. An army of such darkness will not make it past me. My trance of thought breaks as I feel a cold, metal blade rip through the skin of my right shoulder. The pain brings me back. The pain of battle, brings my blood to flow.
A weapon is dropped. I reach down to bring it up, and another cold, metal blade makes its path through my left shoulder. Blood flows once again, with lessened force. I raise my weapon, a decorated, unique sword. As enemies pass, they feel my power. The metal passes through them, like a knife through butter. Down they fall.
The battle continues, as I bring down, one, then the other. I encounter wounds
Before I know it, I can look over the land, and see only fallen bodies, with scattered hooved creatures, standing beside their masters. I look over my shoulder to see an awed group of cowards, with weapons either on the ground next to them, or propped beside them. Could've this happened, before their eyes? Did I defeat the mass, single-handed? Indeed, I did. I won my final battle.
Tears stream again, down my soiled, burning face. They singe as fall. The battle wasn't enough. I feel pain, from my own tears. Why can't my final act be a painless one?
A redness clouds my eyes. Blood blinds my vision. My heart begins to slow its beat. My breaths become shorter and shorter. My balance is no more and I let gravity pull me to the moistened earth. The clouds above me become full and dark. A shower rains down on my broken body. My vision become clear, as the rain cleans my bloody eyes. My body is washed by the rainwater. My body is washed by courage and power. I have done it. I have saved the innocence. A feeling of victory fills my mind. I cry away the pain. The rain slows to a sprinkle, and the clouds part. The sun shows through the empty clouds, and I smile.
I close my eyes for the final time. As I inhale my last time, I smell victory in the air. It is sweet and crisp. Evil is vanquished. I breath out... I am gone. Cowards from behind approach my inanimate body, still with chains around my wrists. I died with courage, with a smile on my face, and tears of happiness still wetting my eyes. A rainbow blankets the land, and my soul watches from afar, laughing at fear. I laugh at the tears they shed. They regret my torture. They regret their cowardice ways... I regret nothing.
-Elusive*