erictafoya 2309 Share Posted November 9, 2023 Spoiler _—_—_—_ —_—_—_— “I have to see if he is worthy. . . I have to see if he is strong enough. . .” Written on. . . 14th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 503 E.S. | 14th of Snow’s Maiden, 1950 F.A. _–_–_ The streets were cold on that snowy eve, A young, stubborn bull charged forth, red locks flowed through the frosty breeze, the brunt of his blade sunk deep in the pell with unmatched force –_–_–The pride loved to say, “A challenge met was a challenge given”, and so the brothers in arms would duel this day. Both men separate in life, yet so equally driven. _–_–_ The seconds met in the center, The King of the pride set the terms, a young bull glared and awaited the first blunder. Despite all efforts, the sewer rat held firm. –_–_– Atop the mountain they rode, Within the very grounds where it all started, That fateful day where she had said that dreadful ode. The coming duel would truly never be for the faint hearted. _–_–_ Droplets drummed on their steel plate. Present echoes amidst intensifying silence. Beneath one helm held worry, beneath the other held hate. Both men were readied, holding their blades up in defiance. –_–_– Boots clambered in the dense mud. A fiery bull made his move first. Swords met with a clash - and then a sudden thud! The rat sent his pommel across the other’s chin - a sudden burst. _–_–_ Promising a self victory, the challenger swung in retaliation. The rat fell down and winced, though held on to his rival's wrist! Duelist sunk on towards the ground - abandoning all skill and patience. The fight was as clean as the mud they wrestled in, employing knees, elbows, kicks, and fists. –_–_– Hours pass by and the two are bruised, bloody, and drained. The mud had all but dried up - their bodies encrusted. Neither man had seemed to waiver, cower, or feign. All caution was tossed with no regard - In GOD they truly trusted. _–_–_ In a sudden blink, both men had ridden themselves of a helm. Whilst the two did fight like brawlers, steel met flesh harsh - blunt. The rat took hold of the steel headpiece and smashed it against the bull who fell, ever defiant, perhaps too defiant, the man struck took full forced brunt. –_–_– It was clear who would win, but victory had yet to be seen. A final attempt to fight back, the knelt soldier coiled his arms like a snake. The rat met with a hesitant scream - a glint formed beneath his eyes and droplets gleaned. A final war cry was all to be mustered as the bull faced his fate. . . _–_–_ Alas! A thundering roar came from the Lord Lion. “Enough!”, he demanded, a gruesome yet survivable end. The medics flocked towards the injured, almost as if flying in. For the two had fought valiantly for their love - for their love returned to tend. –_–_– Forgiveness is a process earned through time, not blood. Tis’ a problem that can never be solved by fighting others. However, none may deny the sheer effort brought through tears, sweat, and crimson floods. Many can learn, sing songs, and tell the tale of. . . “I forgive you, respect you, even. I am still hurt by your actions and words but it will heal with time. . .” 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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