The Warrior

PART THREE!!!!!!

When he got in the line he noticed the souls standing in one neat line, completely emotionless, so he tried to do that. But the he noticed something else; he wasn’t completely emotionless like they were. Or, at least, he was pretty positive he wasn’t. The Warrior wandered if everyone in the line felt like that. They were all transparent and it was if they weren’t really their; physically or emotionally. He wandered if he was the same. He definitely didn’t feel that way.

The line was moving slowly. The Solider could hear the screams of the damned being brought to their punishment. There was a loud bark that would go off once in a while but not long enough to tell what it is. The Warrior honestly didn’t want to be here, but that’s probably how all the other souls felt. He suspected that he would go into the legendary Fields of the Apostles, the place you go after you die if you were good, but he didn’t want that. He felt he wasn’t done. He had failed his King and the villagers that were to become his people. He was disappointed in himself.

While he was thinking all of this, a creature came to him. It was a horrible-looking thing. It looked far worse than anything the Warrior had come across. It was a pale looking thing with beady black eyes and long, bloody talons. It was hunched and small, yet fat.

The creature came to the Warrior and said to him, “The master wishes to see you a bit…early. Follow me.” And with that, the creature started walking towards the huge gates and the Warrior, seeing he probably had no other option, followed him.

The Warrior, to be honest, was not scared at all. In fact, he was completely calm about it. He wasn’t sure why. Anyone else he knew would shake in their boots like a fool. The Warrior was never one to boast on his bravery either, for it just wasn’t his way. He knew that he deserved whatever was to come. The Warrior would face it with a slight smile.