It was only a few more hours until he became tired and hungry again. He had no food and he was in a desert so there was no water. The sun beat mercilessly on the Warrior’s face now and he was becoming more dehydrated than ever. But he had to keep going, so that’s just what he did. He tried to go on for the King and his future people. He tried to go on for the future of the kingdom. But the Warrior knew he couldn’t do it.
Then, the Warrior fell onto the sandy ground. He felt his body give in to the harsh heat. Slowly, the world fell away from him and became darker and darker by the second. The Warrior wandered if this is what death felt like. It was as if his soul was being tugged from his body. It was painless though. But the Warrior was no satisfied with his painless departure. He had failed the king. He had failed his soon-to-be Kingdom. He tried to hold on to his being, but he knew it was no use. Finally, the Warrior closed his eyes as the world went away. His breathing stopped and his heart ceased its beating. The Warrior was no more.
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The Warrior woke up in a dark chamber-like room. It was completely dark expect for torches along the walls. They seemed to be in every color and their shadows danced along the walls. He was so mesmerized by the torches and the mysterious light they brought. He was already longing for daylight again. He wanted its soothing warmth and not this empty feeling. But then he came back to reality. He noticed he could see everything better now.
Now that the Warrior could see everything better, he started to look around to figure out where he was. In truth, the Warrior already had a very good idea of where he was. He wandered if this is where all dead people went. The chamber was filled with all sorts of thing. In the far right corner there was what seemed to be a holding cage filled with souls of what used to be people. It was a fair sized cage and on it were the words “αυτό το κλουβί κρατά τις ψυχές των κλέφτες και δολοφόνοι” which he already knew it meant something about thieves and murderers. They all looked sad and shameful.
On the way other side, the Warrior noticed, was a long line of souls, all holding signs. They weren’t moving at all and they all seemed calm, unlike the souls in the cage. The signs all looked the same, yet he couldn’t quite make the words out. But then the Warrior noticed that he was holding the same sign. On it, it said “2013494: Line of Judgment.” The Warrior immediately knew that he was supposed to go in line with all the other souls. So that’s just what he did.
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The Warrior
FantasyI literally wrote this story for my six year old sister. The Warrior is a very trusted man from the King who is sent on a long journey to become the new King. Along the way, he meets many new people, stares Death straight in the face and even battle...