A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)

Chapter 8 - Snow White

A/N I'm glad that I'm able to share this with the world, to those who think I copied this from somewhere, my question is what do I have to gain from Plagerism. This story deals with the adventures and misadventures of a partially mad guy by the name of Perseus

After the storm of blood and pain. A voice lost in the echo, in its remains were the fire of days. Days lost to insanity, blood, wreckage and grief. Waiting for that chance to feel alive again after the insanity dug into me. An army going off to war, only, to come back without everything they fought for. Death and destruction all they have left. Pain. Suffering. Fear. All of the thing that they had gotten. All the treasures of the world aren't worth the pain they endure. They leave their families believing that the will bring glory on themselves, but all they get is pain. Pain of death. Pain of death on others. The killing all this death.

The blood on my hands is so sticky. I feel like when ever I touch a sword my hand will stick to it. A wolf without his eyes, is helpless just like a person without there sanity is also helpless. A wolf is what I am I always tell myself. I need that certainty of being needed by others... the want of others on the battlefield were I am the commanding presence, slashing and striking others taking them... a lot of the time I feel like I'm just a neglected soul waiting for release from the cage inside of me... a jolt back to reality saw the shadow of the day leaving and turning to night. I had been thinking so long, people ask me where I've been I just act like I wasn't asked about it... I just ignore my fear, my pain, the urge to look over my shoulder constantly. To draw my sword at every rustle. The pain of learning that all you stood for is no existent.

All we know is falling. The ability to see through your deceptive reality is becoming less and less. Hidden agenda's are becoming more and more common. All that is left are those of us who want to take the blow of pain for others. In my sleep all I see is a possible futures and different scenario threads all joining together to form this wonderful yet troublesome plane we call reality. I believe that destiny is just another name for your purpose in life. The purpose that many try to dodge, the one that they let rot away with their notions of busyness. They mind rape themselves trying to deceive themselves... all they do is get angry at one another.

I saw a white badger that was injured on the ground in front of me. "I wonder if you are an arctic badger, if so what are you doing here. I'll take you to my sister Mr badger, she'll take care of you." I said in a monotone voice making my lack of emotional energy more believable, I had locked them away for months, now they were starting to break free of the cage that I had locked them in. True sadness washed over me, waiting for it to go away I walked to towards the sound my sister and her man. The sound of faith, love and happiness. Each other's oxygen. I saw them sitting together swapping stories, she was the happiest I had ever seen her be. She had a pretty hard life, poor thing. Vulgar men trying to bed her all the time only one ever succeeded to do it only to have his little friend cut in half and to top it all off she was drunk at the time, nobody ever seemed to love her for her, and not her looks. What has this world become, a vain society where people can get various acclaims for have the looks but not the brains to realise what's truly going on...

A/N I may not be able to update this story for a while, I'm having trouble getting into the story right now, Chapter nine is gamma come around eventually.

One question: Where does the Main Character's name come from?

If you can get this right then you can pm me a request and I'll see what I can do

Till next time 

may the Lightning Favour and the Thunder Cloud everybody's vision.