He flinched
Every time his scars were touched
Scars he got from the whip lash
Scars that reminded him how broken he is
But the pain meant nothing to him
For his heartache was far more painful
Every time he saw his broken armor
His heart broke into a million tiny pieces
All those times he looked at his sword wistfully
Wishing to wield it again
NO. A broken sword cannot be wielded
The words rang in his head
He sighed
He was broken-
A broken warrior.
-
She looked at her arm
Tracing it with her finger
The wound was now healed
But the scar remained
The scar-
It was a remainder
A remainder of her fall
Of her failure
She hath failed as a Paladin
She could not serve justice to the bow she wielded
Nor she could fight for her master
Whose ashes now lay in the river of Xelah
She hath fallen
She was a fallen paladin
-
Despite the heartache
Despite the sorrow
That filled their heart
Both the fighters-
The Warrior and the Paladin
One broken, the other fallen
Have not shed a tear.
For their hearts were that of a fighter
They steeled themselves not to cry.
-
Come my defeated children
I can see your shattered hearts
Follow my voice
You shall wield your weapons again
You shall lift them high up in the air
Come my children
Follow my voice
Both the fighters stood up
They were caught in a trance
They followed the voice
The Scrawny little witch smiled
Her part in the prophecy has just begun
These fighters, the Warrior and the Paladin
Though broken and fallen
They were diamonds
And just as every diamond
They had to be cut and shaped and polished
For only then they would shine
And bring the Kingdom it's glory back in no time
The witch smiled yet again
These two fighters
Were broken and fallen indeed~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasyThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
