User:Arxe/Prologue

The Prologue of the Storyteller
I’m on the field A green field And, I feel the earth rumble I look out into the horizon And see hundreds, no, thousands of men on horseback headed in my direction And, for some reason, I'm not afraid In fact, I feel....anxious??? I feel something in my hand, a sword or something, but I’m too distracted. The thousand has become ten thousand Now a hundred Too much to count And yet I have no fear In fact, maybe it’s because I have nothing at all No hate No joy Because.... Yes....I remember..... She took it away.... The one I loved....gone... And here I am On a suicide mission One man Against a million And what's worse Its flooding back The pain of her death The anger at myself for not being able to stop it And... The guilt I now know why I’m here I was in fact trying to kill myself before I rethought Because I wasn't content anymore I wasn't going to be happy or sad Or angry Or in fear Neither was I supposed to be in pain... But I feel it I know she's dead, so why do I feel hope Why? I deserve to die after what happened And I WILL die I've already condemned myself to it Love isn't just in ones heart Nor is it small In fact Love is the entire make up of ones being Give it all away to a person And when the person dies You die with it So even if you’re alive You’re not really what's called "living" And that's what I am Alive, but not living So why do I regret? The army is closer. My lifelong enemy, in the midst of it And I regret the challenge that condemns me; I regret the choice I made I know that without her, my power should be gone But It isn’t Why? Why? I’m alive I have my power I even regret! She is still DEAD But I’m not And I think I know why Something here is clinging to my life. It's her! I remember now She had a few words left in her And with it She said "Live for the both of us" There it is! There is my motivation! I WILL live Not for me But, For her So Taking my blade I went into my fighting stance Well, not really a stance More like me standing with my hand in my pocket and my sword hanging from my hand Maybe I'll make it No I WILL make it She said live So I will I'll be alive Maybe not living Not without her But at least I'll be alive So Now The army Is right in front of me A few yards away And, I’m not afraid Her words are no longer a request They're now a command I WILL LIVE! You know why? Not because I want to No I want to die, with her But She told me to And so I will Half the army is gone now I didn't even move But I feel a bit drained I must’ve casted something By accident I’m lucky I didn't kill myself I need to focus I need to live I raise my blade And I run To the heart of the army And swing And swing And swing And, now There's nothing left But me And him I take a step forward. He takes one back. I see it in his eyes. I hear it in his thoughts. His last thoughts. The fear ''He isn't human. He's not a god. He shouldn't even exist'' He turns and tries to run. Doesn't succeed. I stand now In a valley of bodies. I’m alive Just like she said Great What now? What should I do? What did she want to be? Oh I know She wanted to become a storyteller I'll become the story teller for her I'll live her legacy Because I love her I feel her presence. In me. I must be finally doing something right 17:43, 31 March 2009 (UTC)Arxe (linked from User:Arxe)