There was a man. What kind of man? A strong, vicious, and burly man. He cut down his opponents with ease. Sword in hand he ruled the battlefield. Why did he fight? For his wife. His kind, gentle and beautiful wife. He hadn't seen her in so long, It angered him. Drove him to bloodshed. Nothing can overcome the craving he feels to be in her arms again and to have her in his.
In this short bit of time, do you think you know this man? Do you believe you know his motives? You do not. You do know a fraction of who exactly this man is. While a terrifying force on the field, he is a tender and loving man in his home. Did you believe his wife was dead? She isn't. She is back at their small home in the village where they both grew up together. She is awaiting his return so that they may embrace again. He isn't a common man of violence, He wishes to be rid of the task at hand so that he can live out his life with the woman he loves. If there is ever a point you think you may know someone, they'll surprise you. They'll bare a part of them that you've never seen before. You will never know someone wholly because we are not stagnant beings. Changing over time. Over and over again until the day we give our last breath.
Don't assume, learn.
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Excerpts to Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is just a place where I'll be dumping my vent writing or pieces from stories that appear in my head that I, just like the title says, will never write. Feel free to read, this isn't private. I'm putting it here because I'm willing to share. But...
