Black Knight
I look to the king, and he declares defeat. The crowd erupts, cheering and applauding my success. I however, am mortified. I became the monster, the one thing everyone said I was, the thing I knew I wasn't. I just proved to everyone that they were right, the Black Knight is the uncontrollable merciless beast. As I continue to attack myself, the sounds fade out, and my world falls into blackness.
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Gwendolyn
He lays on his stomach while I bandage his wounds. He was unconscious from the blood loss, which turned in his favor since the pain of pulling the arrows out would have knocked him out anyway. As I finish the final bandage, Roran comes in with the water I asked for.
"Thank you Roran. You should get some sleep, he won't be awake until morning."
"I want to be there when he wakes up," he says as he fights a yawn.
"I will let you know when he's awake, I promise."
"You'll wake me?"
"Yes."
"Ok, don't forget."
"Good night, Roran."
As he walks away, I smile. These past few days have drawn the three of us together like family. How I wish we could stay this way. Before I get curled up in my bedroll, I kiss the Knight on his forehead, and whisper softly, "I know you think you crossed the line, but you did what you had to do."
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The Vengeful Vigilante #Wattys2016
AventuraWhy is there always an abundance of hero's stories, or stories of the villain being put to ruin, with little to no thought of the villain himself? Why are villains called villains? Is anyone who opposes the hero a villain? That's what it seems to be...
