Deep into the woods
High up the mountains
Far along the plains
The two fighters followed the voice
Never once wavering
Their footsteps never once faltering
Then the voice stopped
And so did their steps
Once they broke out of the trance
They immediately assumed their fighting stance
They turned around to look at each other
'Oh! You silly children, put your weapons down'
The scrawny little witch stepped into the clearing
She took a confident step towards them
And watched them go rigid and tense
Ready to lash out at her, when the time was right
When her guard was down.
'Hark onto me, I've been sent here to instruct you both-
To defeat the One-man'
On hearing her words,
Both the fighters faltered.
What could a broken warrior possibly do?
Can a fallen paladin ever stand a chance?
Their thoughts whirled circles in their head
'Oh-
Silly Children, Come with me
I shall tell you of the prophecy
I shall help you in this fight
I shall fulfil my part
I shall finish my job.'
And so the fighters-
The Broken Warrior and the Fallen Paladin
They Tread after her
To uncover their purpose on their hand
One can only hope
All goes well~
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...
