Thack
Whack
Smash
The sound of metal and metal clashing
Reverberated through the air
The club of the tyrant
And the Sword of the warrior
One raised to defeat light
One raised to demolish the dark
Thack
The club hit his chest
Swoosh
The sword gashed her arm
The battle went back and forth
Blows were delivered and recieved
Neither one of them would bow to the other
They kept standing
Their clothes were now drenched in blood
Their hands now covered in the same blood
They fought
They fought wild
Aahhh
Screamed the Tyrant as the sword finally penetrated into her heart
Oh how ironic!
To stab a heartless woman in the heart
And right at the moment
The hood slipped down from he tyrant's head
The Warrior looked with widened eyes
NO
It could not be
No
This has to be a sick joke
"Well fought son" She murmured
"Mother" he whispered~
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...
