Hauntingly Beautiful Girls

"Sword of Clay"

The sky is stormy dark grey, but there is not wind noise or other sounds.

The soil is darker and does sometimes make a 'press' sound as I walk.

Behind me is complete empty inky darkness.

I relax my inner self, so I do not create cracks in the ground.

Walking should be an easy thing, but there is a pain in my lower belly.

Deep and sharp. I bring unwanted sadness. Eurain!

Eventually, I sit trying to get past the pain.

Time slips past and I open my eyes.

In front of me is a matched set of sword and shield. They are made of clay but have the color of worked iron.

The sword slides into the lower part of the shield and the shield has a shoulder brace.

It lets me carry them on my back.

I walk with carrying them for a very, very long time. I imagine this has been my live for hundreds of years.

I want to be the shield and sword to defend Eurain.

My pains return and I stop waking.

I rest with one hand on the shield and another holding the sword hilt to my chest.

Gone. Eurain is gone.

Sometime later, I open my eyes again. The sword and shield have become dust.

I am still in pain, but I stand and walk. Only the sense, far off and ahead, of that vile creature guides me.