Rebuking of the Hero

[MysticalWeasel 915]

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"Run, and know this your cowardice stains the purity of your armor, your very being. The weakness you show this day, shall ever be the nectar that sweetens our mood. Never again shall one view your drawn sword as threat but a twisted joke, for you ran this day"

This last phrase uttered to a hero so clad in white. Seeking a challenge, to cement themselves as able to stand against that which they deemed wrong. Was quickly turned into fear, upon the majesty of their true opponent. Draped in white, adorn with silver. They too were pure, their bible unraveled and spoken forth in profound truths. The noble knight had met one who too was pure in their resolve. Clashed with such, to fight the dragon before them. They fled, turning their back on the one they had so wrongfully challenged. Their glimmering blade of silver sheathed, their tools hidden. A king before them, ready for challenge was robbed of this chance, their appetite forever left to suckle upon the fear he had instilled into the unworthy hero.