The Last Paladin


I rest my back upon a tree, using my sword as a crutch i lean and look over the land. as quickly as the wind of time which blows past my now grey hair a blanket of haunting mist plows over this land. i look down at myself, my armour is covered in blood, my blood. my wounds are deep and painful...


the battle has weakened me...i need to rest. my mind wanders back to a time when peace filled my soul... memories of happiness are the only comfort in this dark place.
emptyness fills me
i shed a single lonely tear... it flows from my eye like the blood seeping from my wounds. I lower my head in silence...


this moment is broken as i hear a thunder... the wind screams at me like unholy wraiths... my plates of armour clatter as the thunder races across the sky... i hear laughter, so i look to see a dark figure holding a sword in one hand... my eyes meet the glowing blood red eyes protruding from the shadow... it is him again. (still feeble) from the pain I push off my crutch... gathering my stance as i draw my sword.


the pain of my wounds is great, however, i will not show weakness... i stand my ground. (the Paladin stands, in this place of darkness against an enemy that is his equal) ( and knowing he is wounded badly, and that the odds are not in his favor... he does not fluster, he does not back down).


they go blow for blow... strike for strike... every attack counter met by the other... its like the struggle of light over darkness...love over hate...resolution over pain, until the cycle is quickly broken... the Paladin has been struck down... the dark figure stands over what he thinks to be an easy victory...


my strength is all but gone... i'm screaming inside... i'm the only light that shines in this dark place... i have tried so hard, i have battled so long...i've grown tired. i need loving arms to embrace me. i want to hear words of love... but all i hear is the undying thud of pain. my mind clouds with rage. the once soft-light bearing candle of my soul has now become infuriated and burns with powerful fuel...like the breath of a dragon.


(the Paladin rises to his feet, trapping the pain in a place to far away for him to feel... refusing to let the dark figure have this victory).


the Paladin playfully points his sword towards the dark figure...as if taunting him to strike... their swords meet in mid air... words are exchanged... the dark figure laughs, then is silent... the fading red eyes are captivated by the diamond-like gleam of the Paladin...for once the dark figure feels what fear is.


the paladin moves in so fast that to the dark figure he appears as nothing but a blur...the battle ends with the dark figure tasting the Paladin victorious treat.


<i kneel down...it is over now, i say in my mind, it is over. i reach and pull the helm over the dark knight... to my horror and disbelief it is me?


(the paladin traumatized by what he has seen stumbles to get back on his feet)...


he looks back only once...walking, remembering his passed life...everything that has come and gone..people, who shall now only be a memory...his deeds done, and words spoken...


with blood now covering his eyes, he puts his helmet on. looking neither forward nor back as he slowly walks the path into the dark night. tears wash the thoughts down his long face... the bright beacon of light begins to fade in the distance.

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