Birth and Death of a Boy

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Hello!  I'm a complete amateur when it comes to these things so bear with me. I had no internet connect, a fully charged phone, and an empty bathroom.

Constructive criticism would be appreciated.

also..

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Once there was a man. No a boy. Who fell in love with a princess.

He yearned for her touch. Her attention. A day would not pass without a flower finding itself within the woman's hand. Whether it be snow or hail the boy would not miss this ..ritual of affection. many moons pass until the boy received the woman's attention, a letter stating their future . All the boy had to do was give up his dreams, throw away his pride and crawl his way into a position worthy enough to take her hand in marriage.

Blade in hand the boy threw himself into battle, receiving physical and mental scars alike.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into years.

 

The boy returned as a man. A man by age, not by action. This man was finally worthy. Finally able to take the woman's hand in marriage.

Walking through the castle halls decorated with red cloth , a carpet covering the mirror like marble surface. A man, a woman , and a pastor stood at the end of the hall.

He tried to shout. At the top of his lungs he screamed for them to stop.. But no sound came out. He marched forward. His pale face showing a multitude of emotions. Hate and disbelief standing out the most. Before he could reach the chapel doors a seething pain ran through his body. As if he stuck his arm into a cauldron of boiling oil. He flailed as the more he tried the more he felt the pain.

 

He looked down to the source of the pain but all he could see was a pommel of a blade sticking out of his translucent chest. That's right. The man, no the boy. Fell in battle.

The man, no the spirit stood behind the golden pathway of the chapel. His once vibrant blue eyes turned dull. His once tanned skin looked rotting and pale.

The couple at the end of the hall smiled before completing the ceremony. A kiss between the husband and wife..

What's left once you've taken a mans pride. His future. His love.

Nothing but hate , regret, and pain.

Who's to blame for the birth of this vengeful specter?

No one. No one but fate itself.

 

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[Sky 0]

Damn, nice read B3ast.

[Rammer 388]

But otherwise I agree with Sky, tremendously great read fam.

[herculean_wud 3662]

interesting 

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.