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Coriolanus was truly a great warrior, but even the greatest can be corrupted by revenge...

Submitted: May 21, 2012

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Submitted: May 21, 2012





Once upon a time there lived a courageous knight by the name of Coriolanus. He was the bravest knight in all of Cornwood, the place he swore to protect. But all the other knights despised him, for Coriolanus’ great skill and brilliant strategy in battle outshined all of the other knights. So the other knights hatched a plan to knock Coriolanus unconscious and give him to their rivals in battle the Rivendellians.

Coriolanus had just gotten back after a long and hard battle with the Rivendellians when he finally had some time to meet with his wife, Isabelle, and his son, Henry, He was just talking about his courageous fight in Rivendell, when the group of knights entered his house and said, “O great Coriolanus will you help us? The Rivendellians have not ceased fire, and they are killing our men!” Coriolanus Could not back down from a challenge, so he told his wife and child goodbye and rode with the other riders out into the sunset.

When the riders finally reached Rivendell Coriolanus looked around. He saw no one there, Rivendellian or not. “Fellow knights,” Coriolanus asked, “Where are these Rivendellians you told me about?” The next thing Coriolanus saw was a chain-mail glove in a fist flying at his face.

Coriolanus awoke in a cave, not just any cave though it was like a house. It was full of furniture and beds. Then a woman walked into the room, she was a Rivendellian. Coriolanus yelled, “If you are going to kill me, make it quick”.

The woman acted shocked, “I would never!” she said, “That is the problem with you people from Cornwood you always judge a book by its cover!”

By this time Coriolanus had calmed down he asked, “What happened while I was out?”

The woman replied, “A bunch of men in armor came to the leaders telling them that you killed hundreds of Rivendellians and that you deserved to be killed by us, of course we would never kill an unarmed man and you were given into my care, as I am the doctor of Rivendell.

Coriolanus was in fury. Why would the knights betray him like this? Maybe if I come back to Cornwood I could straighten things out, he thought. “Thank you doctor, but I must be on my way now, for I am probably needed in Cornwood”. And then he left. Coriolanus practically flew over the plains as he rode back to Cornwood. When he finally reached the gates of Cornwood he yelled, “Open the gates it is I, Coriolanus!”

The reply from the gatekeeper was, “Never shall you be let through these gates again Coriolanus! The knights told us how you murdered those two children in Rivendell! And their defenseless mum too!”

Now Coriolanus was fed up. He was betrayed by his fellow knights, and now by his own people for whom he once swore to protect. “If you do not open that gate right now with the grace of god I will burn it down myself!”

He yelled with a booming voice that would have rattled the hearts of most men, but the gatekeeper had been trained for such threats and he answered, “Just try laddie, just try.” Coriolanus was infuriated instead of answering he rode of to Rivendell. You could see the anger in his eyes as he rode; he glided to Rivendell with rage in his eyes and evil in his heart.

Coriolanus burst into the room that leaders conspired in; they had obviously just been in a heated discussion. “What are you doing here?” said one of the leaders.

“Listen here and listen close,” said Coriolanus, “You want to attack Cornwood right?”

Another one of the leaders said, “What is this about?”

“Shut up,” Replied Coriolanus, “I know every weakness and strength in my army and the wall surrounding it, if you want to destroy Cornwood I’m your best bet.”

The leaders seemed to talk to each other without saying a word, and they all simultaneously said, “Ok”.

Coriolanus told them every battle strategy he had ever gone over with his army. He told them every weakness in the knights. He told them of the weak spot in the wall, and he even told them of the underground storage facility of weapons they had hidden. They were truly unbeatable with all of the knowledge he had given them.

They were set to ride at dawn and their plan was still fresh in there minds. Coriolanus had gotten no sleep that night, for he had been practicing his battle steps all night. His blade glimmered in the night sky as he swung it down effortlessly; he was ready for any and all attackers that tried to come between him and victory.

The following morning Coriolanus set up on his mighty steed and rode in front of the army of Rivendellians. Coriolanus loved the feeling of charging into battle; he wished he did it more. When they finally reached Cornwood they knew exactly what to do. They used a battering ram to knock down the weak spot in the wall. It took them three tries, each was louder than the previous, Wump, Wham, WHOOM! They knocked it down.

They charged into battle immediately killing anyone that dare get near them. Slicing at the nearest peasant or brave young soldier that dare cross their path, but the real prize for Coriolanus was to kill the knights. And as if on cue, the knights burst out of nowhere slashing brutally at the Rivendellians. “This is it”, thought Coriolanus as he threw his sword at one knight, it plunged into his ribcage impaling him on the spot. Another knight charged at Coriolanus, Coriolanus picked up the lance of a dispatched foe and used it to knock the knight off of his horse. He then stabbed another blade into that one killing him immediately.

Their win was inevitable and Coriolanus felt great pride in killing the ones who betrayed him, and almost without thinking he picked up a bow and shot an arrow into a peasant who had been walking near him. The person fell on the ground dead. Coriolanus, just to feed his ego, went over to see whom he had killed. He bent over picked the head up and turned it around. Coriolanus burst into tears, for it was his wife. He had shot his own wife. He saw nearby his son running away frightened probably. Coriolanus had realized what he had done. He had not just killed the ones who betrayed him, but also the ones he loved most. He was blinded by his rage, and there was no way he could live with it. He picked up his sword turned the blade to himself and fell on it.


And that is the story of Coriolanus the savior and destroyer of Cornwood, who was blinded by anger and full of hatred. The father of Henry the king of Similaria, but that is another story for another time. We can all learn a thing or two from Coriolanus and that is to not let your anger take over, and to never be blinded by rage.


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