I sit here writing this hoping I don’t bother or bug anyone, just as a way to empty my mind to give me time to breath, a distraction.
A knight clad in armor, he stands alone atop the hill, following his master’s orders, no regard for his own life he follows does as he told, no questions asked, alone he head’s to battle charging the force that stands before him one after one he cuts them down but like the monsters in the shadows the multiply faster than he can swing hid sword, he takes hit after hit his armor scratching, the claws of the monsters chip away at his armor, gouging digging in breaking off chunk after chunk.
The narrow slit in his helmet the one he sees through, that hid him from the world around him, now broken open, revealing the face of a tired man, as his armor shatters around him, he fights his body battered and bleeding, yet he won’t fall while he still has his sword.
Finally the demon who leads the monsters comes forth from the blood soaked battle field, his armour black as void, fangs protruding from corners of drooling mouth, eyes aflame like burning embers plucked straight from a fire.
The knight looks to this behemoth, points his sword, and charges the beast, with a quick hard swing of it’s arm, the knight is sent into the air, landing face down in the mud, coughing up blood the knight still stands up again, the thick inky red substance dripping from the corner of his mouth, shakily he walks back to the behemoth, picking up his sword, the demon charged him, picking him up by the neck, holding his neck so he can only just struggle to breath, in the beasts other hand it holds the knights sword, chipped and cracked, dripping monster blood, the beast shatters the blade and with it the last ounce of strength the knight had left.
Dropping his beaten bloody broken body to the ground, the demon marched onwards towards the knights home.
As he lay there on the ground, his body failing him, a year rolls down his cheek.
" I was strong, I fought and won so many times, but I’m so tired of the fight, the fight I’ve now lost, will I be allowed to rest now I wonder, can I finally say I’m done" he questioned aloud through shallow breaths.