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This is the fight of all fights Tags: This is the fight of all fights

 

 

Today was the day when Rome came around full force besieged full forces down. The war was all started the beginning and end and to lose all the fight was to lose all the men. Today it all started the fight worth the fight the mightiest might was the might of the might. I put my own place with the men and the warriors. I was first  inline for the in store of the the fight and I was the first inline to feel the might of the night. I wheedled my sword and shield and plunged to my death and this is what I said with my very last breath. I came as a warrior and I leave as one too but tonight was the night that my life is all thru. I won many battles I fought with the best and to lose this battle I'd have to come to my rest. I besieged many cities I fought long and hard I have struggled in battles only to lose only yards. I never before went to my knees and to lose only battles was to lose only to ones fear and I have never lost ever. As my own life is a true mirror of the truth and the one who had won because to lose I would have to be done and finished and I wasn't to this very day. To beat me is to kill me and then only then can you call it a victory I said to my very last friend. He replied back to know you is to respect you my friend as the truth is that I've fought many of men but only to you would I kneel for the art slow to know you is to fear you only I've come to love you like a brother and the true end is here it is only to lose you as my friend is my lonely last fear. As I felt the sword plunge I looked to my left and I saw the collapse of my lonely last friend. I looked at the night the fight was a fight and I soon realized my last night was this night. To look upon the night now I knew only then to believe in ones self you had to believe it would end. I always believed that it would I always believed the true truth that to besiege ones fear one had to conquer the notion that life is a battle up hill or not to lose the battle was to quit the one fight you couldn't dam stop. I relished the fact that I went out with a fight and I relished the fact that to this very night I had to believe that the true end was near to win the fight was to win over fear. I had beaten it then and to this very day I have conquered my fear and lived my life full cause without fear holding me hostage I was free. Free to be me. Free to fight fights and free to be the one person with the might of the might.

To be the king one must present himself correctly
Category: Stories

    If I am to become the King said the boy I will need to present myself correctly. That is true replied his father. He looked at his son admirably and said when I was your age I couldn't have foreseen half as much as you do my boy. I know said the child I am well beyond my years. That is quite an understatement said the man. They exited the parlor into the hall walked down the narrow staircase and overlooked the courtyard. Soon this will all be yours said the man. Not to soon I hope said the boy to his father. The more you age the faster it goes said the father. You must be prepared. I will be said the boy soon to become the heir to the throne.                                 

     To this very day I will honor thy presence with tolerance and behavioral skills of yours truly said the boy to his father on the day of the passing. The father has been killed by terrorists and the boy is inheriting the throne. He looked upon the mighty walls of the city and said to his people. Of thou you must recognize the true king. There was a small uprising in the forefront and the man said but alas you are only a boy and the boy said but alas you are only a man. I will not tolerate this defiance said the boy. Have him jailed he said of the man who had arisen and screamed. The man protested as the guards seized him. I have but only one life to lose for my king he screamed as they dragged him away. Any more protests said the boy. There was silence. And now for my bidding said the boy. He examined the crowd hesitantly and looked upon the ruggedness of the guards. Who shall become my indentured servant. You sir. Me said a man halfway down the second row. Yes yes you come forth. The man walked to where the boy had motioned and asked what thou wishes. I wish to become your servant what does thou wisheth of me he said. To die said the boy for you and you alone are responsible for the death of my father he screamed. The man motioned for the boy to silence himself and said for it was art thou but you my boy are no longer in power. I have dethroned you. I think not said the boy and gestured to the throne next to him and said. As my father's son I sit upon this throne in the name of my people and the will of the lord. Over my dead body said the man. Seize him he screamed to the guards. As the guards dragged the boy away he vowed his vengeance. To this very day this story and the legend of the boy who reclaimed his crown and executed his vengeance on his enemies lives on. This is the story of King Tut and his men and how they recaptured the throne and brought vengeance to his fathers killers and the evil doers that captured the city of Teacus.

I have to tell you this Tags: I have to tell you this

 

I came across her in a clearing she was standing there alone and I knew she was waiting for someone. I knew who it be she was waiting for too. She was waiting for me and I was waiting for her to notice I was there. I cleared my throat loudly and asked if she was alone. She answered not any more and gazed hard into my eyes. I couldn't have hurt her if I tried and I knew she knew that. I asked her to come with me for there was a better spot just up ahead. She nodded and said I'll follow you anywhere. We set off at a soft pace and looking far beyond I could see the clearing I had in mind. I asked her if she was afraid of me and she nodded to the scar on my arm. "What happened? " She asked. I told her about the battle I'd been in and relayed more than I had ever intended. she knew where I'd been and that was not comforting for I had killed many in battle. The scar left a remnant  deep in my soul of a scar that would never be gone. To kill another man was the true sign off a warrior and I knew I was a fierce a warrior as any. She knew it too and to talk about it brought turmoil and anguish deep down inside. "So it is for the glory you battle?" she asked. "No I fight only to survive" I answered. She cried in my arms as she told me about the friends she had lost in war and trying to comfort her I had to explain the true meaning of life. "How can you kill so many" she asked. "To war is not to discriminate as to who is to die but to kill indiscriminately kill thy true enemy." I answered. I can understand only love she replied but war is to err. in my mind. To war is to survival as air is to live I conveyed. In this world it is to kill or to be killed. This leaves me with great sorry she stated. I agreed and touched her heart with  my hand. I feel your pain but to live is to die. I know she said and we both cried. I will live again and the next life shall be less painful I pray said I. I also she stammered for both of us have known great displeasure in this life and I for one can stand it no longer. Nor I. I replied. So we shall go she questioned with her voice and her eyes. So we shall I replied. We hugged tightly but gently and I could feel the turmoil as  I grasped her throat and squeezed firmly. She slipped into  the unconscious and I  being able to stand it no more plunged the blade deep into my heart. To pass into the beyond is always painful but to continue a futile existence with much pain and remorse was even more unbearable.

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