Post by The Blue Collared Philosopher on Nov 21, 2008 21:10:23 GMT -5
(I was just bored. So, i wrote this short little story.)
The woods were dark and the moon light wasn't able to penetrate the dense tree tops. A mist lay across the forest floor and hid the ground from my sight. I glanced around trying to gather my bearings. I couldn't remember where I was...or why I was there. Blinking rapidly I shook my head trying to clear my mind. But nothing came.
I took a step forward. The leaves from the giant trees around me crackled underneath my feet. I paused; the sound of the leaves seemed to echo throughout the deathly silent forest. When nothing else happened, I took another step. The sword at my side clanked in its sheath. I paused again and searched the woods to see if I was being watched. No one was there.
A sight of relief fell from my lips, but it came too soon. A sudden gush of wind swept in behind me tugging at my thin clothes. A voice on the wind whispered in my ears, "Child. Come."
A shiver ran down my spine and a sudden penchant for the voice filled my soul. My heart instigated me to chase after it. Yet something stopped me. A figure dressed in white stepped up beside me. Startled, I fell to the ground in fear.
He was a warrior. Silver armor covered his body and a sword was in his hand. No helmet was his head, only his golden hair which fell to his shoulders and around his beautiful face. I stared in awe at this majestic figure above me.
He bent down and offered me a hand. I took it and he lifted me like I was a feather. A kind smile curled his lips as he said, "My Child, follow me." Then turning and without another word, the warrior started through the dark forest.
I hesitated and glanced behind me. The wind kicked up and the whisper returned, "Child. Come. You can not escape me."
I looked back at the warrior. He stood there waiting for me, his hand extended, "My Child, follow me."
The wind suddenly blew so strong it knocked me to the ground. I landed hard on a rock and cried out in pain. I rolled over and tried to stand up, but the wind came again and pushed me back to the ground. I screamed in anger and tried to get up, but the wind was too strong. I laid there, unable to move, with my face in the dirt and tears rolling down my cheeks.
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over. The warrior stood there with his hand extended. I ushered all my strength and grabbed his hand. Again he pulled me up with ease. His kind eyes gazed into mine; he wiped my cheeks and said with a gentle smile, “My Child, follow me.”
The wind began to pull at my clothes again and this time a black figure came out of the forest with it. A shrill scream filled my ears driving me to my knees. "Child. Come. Come to me. You are mine."
I looked up and the figure in black stood a few feet from me. “No!” I screamed. Drawing my sword I stood up and slowly stepped towards him.
He wore an all black coat, oily silver chainmail glinted underneath it, and sword was in his hand. His face was dark and grayhair fell around his shoulders. His ice blue eyes held my gaze and all my energy seemed to be sapped from my body. I swayed and my sword felt heavy.
Shaking my head I broke the trance and lunged at the black figure. His own sword easily parried mine. I twirled about and aiming at his legs, but that too was easily thwarted. I stepped back; the adamant figure hadn't moved an inch. I took a breath then brought my sword down on his head with all my might. The black figure side stepped and let me stumble to the ground. I quickly rolled over and got back to my feet. A sneer was painted on the black figure's face, "You can't beat me child. You are mine."
I growled and sent a fury of attacks and lunges at my enemy. My assiduous blows all proved to be useless. The black figure had blocked all of them. I felt a shove and fell to the ground again. Frustration filled me and I stood back up. I charged the black figure but he easily beat me and knocked me to the ground again. I lay there on my hands an knees breathing hard.
I couldn't beat him. Something then suddenly urged me to look behind me, but I ignored it. I had to keep fighting, couldn't get distracted now. Tired and out of breathe, I stood up once more.
I held my sword in front of me, ready to fight again, but just before I was about to attack, the black figure leapt at me, his sword raced towards me. Shocked and caught off guard I barely blocked the deadly blade. The blow was so strong it knocked me off balance. I stumbled away from the black figure. Yet he wasn't giving up. He swung again fast as lightening. I batted it away; but his unremitting attacks came again and again. I tried to block them, but my tired arms were too slow. The sword finally crashed into my side and I crumpled to the ground. Screaming and wailing in pain I grabbed my side, warm blood covered my hands.
Through my blurry vision I saw the black figure standing over me. A cruel smile tugged at his lips and malice danced in his eyes. "Child. You are mine. My slave."
His sword poked my leg and I twitched at the pain. He jabbed at my arm next and I wriggled on the ground crying. Then the cold tip of his blade was set on my stomach. My eyes widened and fear filled my heart. A countenance of evil delight lit the black figure’s face as he slowly pushed down on my stomach. The sword slowly sliced through my shirt. I screamed and tried to move. But I couldn't. If I moved the blade cut faster. I watched the blade draw blood and tingle of pain ran up my body. Slowly it penetrated my stomach, my body screamed in pain and tears streamed down my face. I tried to move, to get out of the way of the blade, to avoid the pain. I cried, I screamed, I yelled, I kicked, and I struggled, but it only brought more pain.
Then through my tears I saw a hand. It was blurry at first, but as the pain increased, the hand became clearer. "Take my hand my child, and follow me."
I reached up and grabbed the hand. It started to pull me up, but the sword cut me even deeper. I screamed and let go, but the hand flew back in to my vision and grabbed my flailing arms, and again it began pulling me up. The sword on my stomach lacerated into my body and I wanted to let go, but the sturdy grip wouldn't let me fall. I struggled to get away and the pain was almost unbearable, but he wouldn't let me go. I screamed one last time as the sword seemed to pierce through my whole body. But then, it was gone.
I blinked, I was on my feet, staring into the kind face of the warrior. My stomach ached, but the sword was gone. My wounds were real, but the black figure was no where in sight. I looked at the warrior and asked in a hoarse and tired voice, "Why weren't you there when I was fighting the black figure?"
Poignant tears rolled down his face, "I was there, but you didn't turn to me for help. I offered you myself, but you rejected it."
Shocked by his answer I asked another question, "Then why didn't I see your hand when the black figure kept knocking me over during our fight?"
Through his tears, a kind smile lit his beautiful face, "Because I was already picking you back up."
The woods were dark and the moon light wasn't able to penetrate the dense tree tops. A mist lay across the forest floor and hid the ground from my sight. I glanced around trying to gather my bearings. I couldn't remember where I was...or why I was there. Blinking rapidly I shook my head trying to clear my mind. But nothing came.
I took a step forward. The leaves from the giant trees around me crackled underneath my feet. I paused; the sound of the leaves seemed to echo throughout the deathly silent forest. When nothing else happened, I took another step. The sword at my side clanked in its sheath. I paused again and searched the woods to see if I was being watched. No one was there.
A sight of relief fell from my lips, but it came too soon. A sudden gush of wind swept in behind me tugging at my thin clothes. A voice on the wind whispered in my ears, "Child. Come."
A shiver ran down my spine and a sudden penchant for the voice filled my soul. My heart instigated me to chase after it. Yet something stopped me. A figure dressed in white stepped up beside me. Startled, I fell to the ground in fear.
He was a warrior. Silver armor covered his body and a sword was in his hand. No helmet was his head, only his golden hair which fell to his shoulders and around his beautiful face. I stared in awe at this majestic figure above me.
He bent down and offered me a hand. I took it and he lifted me like I was a feather. A kind smile curled his lips as he said, "My Child, follow me." Then turning and without another word, the warrior started through the dark forest.
I hesitated and glanced behind me. The wind kicked up and the whisper returned, "Child. Come. You can not escape me."
I looked back at the warrior. He stood there waiting for me, his hand extended, "My Child, follow me."
The wind suddenly blew so strong it knocked me to the ground. I landed hard on a rock and cried out in pain. I rolled over and tried to stand up, but the wind came again and pushed me back to the ground. I screamed in anger and tried to get up, but the wind was too strong. I laid there, unable to move, with my face in the dirt and tears rolling down my cheeks.
A strong hand grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over. The warrior stood there with his hand extended. I ushered all my strength and grabbed his hand. Again he pulled me up with ease. His kind eyes gazed into mine; he wiped my cheeks and said with a gentle smile, “My Child, follow me.”
The wind began to pull at my clothes again and this time a black figure came out of the forest with it. A shrill scream filled my ears driving me to my knees. "Child. Come. Come to me. You are mine."
I looked up and the figure in black stood a few feet from me. “No!” I screamed. Drawing my sword I stood up and slowly stepped towards him.
He wore an all black coat, oily silver chainmail glinted underneath it, and sword was in his hand. His face was dark and grayhair fell around his shoulders. His ice blue eyes held my gaze and all my energy seemed to be sapped from my body. I swayed and my sword felt heavy.
Shaking my head I broke the trance and lunged at the black figure. His own sword easily parried mine. I twirled about and aiming at his legs, but that too was easily thwarted. I stepped back; the adamant figure hadn't moved an inch. I took a breath then brought my sword down on his head with all my might. The black figure side stepped and let me stumble to the ground. I quickly rolled over and got back to my feet. A sneer was painted on the black figure's face, "You can't beat me child. You are mine."
I growled and sent a fury of attacks and lunges at my enemy. My assiduous blows all proved to be useless. The black figure had blocked all of them. I felt a shove and fell to the ground again. Frustration filled me and I stood back up. I charged the black figure but he easily beat me and knocked me to the ground again. I lay there on my hands an knees breathing hard.
I couldn't beat him. Something then suddenly urged me to look behind me, but I ignored it. I had to keep fighting, couldn't get distracted now. Tired and out of breathe, I stood up once more.
I held my sword in front of me, ready to fight again, but just before I was about to attack, the black figure leapt at me, his sword raced towards me. Shocked and caught off guard I barely blocked the deadly blade. The blow was so strong it knocked me off balance. I stumbled away from the black figure. Yet he wasn't giving up. He swung again fast as lightening. I batted it away; but his unremitting attacks came again and again. I tried to block them, but my tired arms were too slow. The sword finally crashed into my side and I crumpled to the ground. Screaming and wailing in pain I grabbed my side, warm blood covered my hands.
Through my blurry vision I saw the black figure standing over me. A cruel smile tugged at his lips and malice danced in his eyes. "Child. You are mine. My slave."
His sword poked my leg and I twitched at the pain. He jabbed at my arm next and I wriggled on the ground crying. Then the cold tip of his blade was set on my stomach. My eyes widened and fear filled my heart. A countenance of evil delight lit the black figure’s face as he slowly pushed down on my stomach. The sword slowly sliced through my shirt. I screamed and tried to move. But I couldn't. If I moved the blade cut faster. I watched the blade draw blood and tingle of pain ran up my body. Slowly it penetrated my stomach, my body screamed in pain and tears streamed down my face. I tried to move, to get out of the way of the blade, to avoid the pain. I cried, I screamed, I yelled, I kicked, and I struggled, but it only brought more pain.
Then through my tears I saw a hand. It was blurry at first, but as the pain increased, the hand became clearer. "Take my hand my child, and follow me."
I reached up and grabbed the hand. It started to pull me up, but the sword cut me even deeper. I screamed and let go, but the hand flew back in to my vision and grabbed my flailing arms, and again it began pulling me up. The sword on my stomach lacerated into my body and I wanted to let go, but the sturdy grip wouldn't let me fall. I struggled to get away and the pain was almost unbearable, but he wouldn't let me go. I screamed one last time as the sword seemed to pierce through my whole body. But then, it was gone.
I blinked, I was on my feet, staring into the kind face of the warrior. My stomach ached, but the sword was gone. My wounds were real, but the black figure was no where in sight. I looked at the warrior and asked in a hoarse and tired voice, "Why weren't you there when I was fighting the black figure?"
Poignant tears rolled down his face, "I was there, but you didn't turn to me for help. I offered you myself, but you rejected it."
Shocked by his answer I asked another question, "Then why didn't I see your hand when the black figure kept knocking me over during our fight?"
Through his tears, a kind smile lit his beautiful face, "Because I was already picking you back up."