Sunday, August 5, 2007

true warrior,

there was once a boy who wanted to be a warrior.
one day, he came across a beautiful glade of green,
a sword with its blade struck in the center of the ground.
when the boy pulled it up, he saw it was no ordinary sword but a magical sword.
blazing silver blade, with a ever-green hilt and a rose blooming from the hilt,
the boy took the sword and brought it back home.

with this sword and its power, the boy soon became a master.
he trained everyday with the sword and was renown for his skill.
one day, an invading army came to enslave his family and friends.
with the sword in his hand, the boy cut down the slavers
each with a single stroke of the blade.
he loved using his seemingly invincible sword,
and left none alive.

but as he cut away each of the slavers life, he noticed something strange.
the blade became dull, the hilt seem to weaken and the rose begun to wilt.
'Why' he thought. 'Why does the magic become weaker when it is used'
not wanting to lose his special sword, the boy refused to use the sword any longer.

but then the slavers returned, and even still the boy refused to use his sword.
'I do not want to lose my magic,' he said. he tried to bargain with them,
to make them leave them in peace.
but then one of the slavers threatened to kill his family, and the boy reluctantly picked up his sword.
the boy took the slaver's life, but stopped as the rest of the slavers ran away.

in this way, the boy learned to only use the sword to fight
only when there was no other option left.
the magic's strength continued for many years,
in this way, the boy became a true warrior.

teOh,


Posted by jediteoh @ 8:36 PM 4 letter(s) to the editor

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