An Encounter

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: April 26, 2016

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Short in breath, lightheaded, and dripping in sweat, pain swept through my body as I caught a blunt blow to my right ribs. Caught off guard, I collapsed to the ground. My sword clattered beside me. The landscape before me suddenly grew blurry, my hands and knees struck the rocky floor with incredible force. Sharp cuts and bruises on my hand sent a wave of throbbing agony travelling through my arms, across my torso, and to my legs. Even with no one to hear, I felt like letting out a cry of despair. Adrenaline began to escape me. Deep cuts across my thigh and arms let out an anguished scream.  My shirt and shorts now drench in a pool of blood. Death lingers above me. I chocked on a mixture of spit and blood. Was my goal impossible... unachievable? Was the evil too great, too powerful, or too lethal? Dread filled me as I found myself alone in this dark, unforgiving world. Time seemed to stop as I stared at the ground. As my vision slightly improved, a small blue pebble on the ground came into view. Just hindsight, the shadow of the dark warrior advanced upon me. Then it dawned on me… I came for a reason. I came for a cause. I came for my family, my friends, and myself. I may be small, and I may be insignificant. Call me a miniscule stone on the largest mountain. But what matters to me is that I am in control. I am in control of my life, my actions, and my character. I came to bring light and hope back to my world. Five, ten, fifteen years ago, I wanted to fight, I couldn’t. But the past year, I prepared myself, trained myself, and overcame the greatest of challenges. In this very hour… in this very moment… I knew it was a fight to the death. A fight to the end of my life. But, no matter, a fight I am willing to engage. A challenge that I am willing to overcome! Slowly I moved my weak body back up. Shaking, but resilient, I drew a small blade from my belt, it felt heavier than any sword I have ever held. I stood up…prepared myself…and directed the tip of the blade toward the approaching enemy. A man draped in the darkest cloak, a man filled with the most sinful desire, and human who knew no right from wrong. That enemy was myself. 


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