Power...Strength...all swirl in a warrior's heart
Power! Such power flows through this piece! Strength is abundant throughout all of this! It took a while to get a story for this piece but now it is as clear as crystal.
A warrior is returning home from a long journey. He is returning from a journey that was unsettling and unsatisfying as well. He had traveled to a arena in the far west to test the strength of the best warriors of the west. But all they were were pathetic creatures who had no skill and no strength to back up their words of insult. "Insults are for those who haven't said enough...teh..." the warrior thinks to himself. He is left with a void that is large in his heart. He had risen his expectations and they were not even met by a single soul. He truly felt that his journey had been pointless and fruitless for all the endeavors that he had gone through to get to the arena. However, fate had other plans for when he returned home. Upon his arrival back in his homeland he sees it ravaged and in almost complete and utter ruin. He asks some survivors of this mysterious onslaught and they say that a local warlord had assasinated the emperour and that he had taken full control of all the land. He had raised the taxes to unbearable heights and any city or town that couldn't meet his quota's would be destroyed on the spot. And to further mock and ruin the land the new emperour declared that any who wished to oppose him could come and challenge him at any time in the warrior's ring. If he would be killed the emperour would leave the throne and give it to one of the few remaining descendants of the previous emperour's family. If they warrior failed they would have their family slaughtered and would be forced to watch before they would be beheaded. The warrior falls to his knees and tears at his hair in anguish at the terrible truth and at a terrible realization. While he was so busy concerning for himself in the west his own country had fallen into complete ruin. The one thing that he had tresured above all things was now in complete ruin. "There is only one way to redeem myself and cleanse myself of this sin...I will face the emperour and I will win! I WILL BRING THE BASTARD TO HIS KNEES FOR HE SAKE OF MY COUNTRY!! If I can't beat him...then with my final breath...I will send us both to HELL!!" And thus the warrior sets off for the capital, slaughtering the emperour's soldiers until he is finally in front of the palace. Who won the fight? Who was victorous? Heh...the comment you wrote for this piece should give you your answer. Keep up the good work...