There he was, focused he stood, with eyes sharpened by the winds of vengeance he glared and at his last remaining enemy he stared. The enemy that he once thought so high of, the enemy that he once cherished and even worshiped the most. That enemy that once was his only comfort, or so he thought. With iron fisted hands he charged, a fist that once orchestrated his agonizing symphony that exiled his mind to the land of the shaped souls. His fist was and will be forever tainted with unspeakable deeds that he will forever regret, the deeds that haunted his dreams and marked his past, the deeds that once imprisoned him in infinite sorrow. Still, regaining his path is what he intends…
Toward his broken enemy of the past and the days that have yet to come he charged. With glorious like steps he marked the way that will forever changes his life. That thin strap of a way … the strap that defines sanity and craze, a two state of mind he constantly lived at once, for he was cursed with the bless of a thinking mind and a soul that can’t be shaped. for his mind will be torn apart if he stayed. Thus he knew that leaving that strapped line of a way is his salvation for he cannot live sanity and craze both at once no more, for he is the rightful heir of a path called righteousness that he has got yet to claim…
As he charged at his so called nemesis, the winds of glory tainted his trail and the heaven’s blessings marked the fate that lays right ahead. As his heart rushed the blood through his veins his limbs were fueled with endless strength of a thousand souls. For he remembered all the misery and all the hardships he endured, for enduring it more he can’t… a peace for his mind and joy of heart is all he wants . He seeks to follow the river of wishful thoughts once again.
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A river that flourishes everything around it, a river that will compose the lullabies of his restful dreams that are yet to come. Right after vanquishing the remains of the enemy that stands right ahead …the remains of shattered and broken soul, the remains that once were his whole world. For that enemy is a just mare version of his old self, or what is left of it at least…
Blows and kicks they exchanged… one’s blows were fueled by vengeance and the other one with lust, the vengeance to regain what is lost and fix what was broken. And the lust to break what’s left and leash the boy’s soul with his immortal demons. Both of them seeks victory, for they are both the rightful heirs of a kingdom divided by a thin like strap…
Few minutes the battle lasted before the remains of the enemy were grounded by the fury that the boy laid upon his soul.
“How could this be happening… because for the dead I once left you”, the remains said as he moaned in pain.
“So it was you, the voice that once whispered and perished … ironic isn’t?”, the boy replied with a smile that filled his face.
While his eyes looked at the remains that have been scattered here and there. Right beneath his feet a piece that carried the image of pale tripping heart…
He grabbed it and said “Hang in there dear heart.. Just a little more, you will suffer no more, for I am about to restore your colors and echoes your beats through my chest once again “.
With the might of a hammered fist he intends to finish what’s left.
And with cold blooded he said: “Goodbye old friend… for your story will be meeting its end “.
With those words the remains groaned “how did you survive, that is what I wish to know for my life is yours for the taken”.
The boy stopped and replied “alright, answering you I shall … “, for that is another story to be told…