The destined warrior stood in the middle of the battlefield, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
The winds blew gently, caressing the warrior's face and dramatically billowing his cape as the enemy approached.
Slowly, they circled each other. The warrior could hear his mentor's words in his head: This is your destiny. You are fated to win.
Confident, the warrior dropped his shield and sword, both thudding on the sandy ground. He held out his arms, ready to embrace the death blow from his enemy.
You will win the battle and attain peace for our land.
The enemy rushed at the warrior and thrust his sword forward, tearing through chainmail, sinking the weapon hilt-deep into the warrior's chest.
The opponent reclaimed his sword, pulling it out, releasing a gush of blood.
The warrior gaped at his wound and collapsed to the ground. His mentor came running to him. He was shouting, but the warrior could not make out the words.
As his mentor finally reached him, dazed and dying, the warrior asked, "I thought....I thought you said I was going to win?"
Panting from his run, hands on his knees, his mentor snapped "Yeah, but you still had to at least try."
A/N: this was super random, but kinda Aeneid-based 😂
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Out of the Blue
LosoweA collection of my thoughts, ideas, complaints, poems, and short stories that just came out of the blue. Image courtesy of Google Cover made by me
