I woke with a full belly. Our year-end holiday feasts recognize our abundant life, family and friends, and celebrate our victory over foes the year past. I was a young warrior, barely fit to serve, yet today I was called upon to fight one last battle. A battle against a brutal and worthy foe. I need not defeat her, only escape her. I need only climb the mountains beyond her to gain victory.
She stood tall as the oak, mighty as the sea at the base of the first mountain. She yielded a sword 2 poods in weight. She swung it fiercely, without pity. My sword, though half the weight of hers, was sharp. My body, battle-worn and weary, did not hesitate to respond to my calling.
I left my village in a sprint, charging toward her, sword in hand. The wind blew cold that December day. The crispness of the air hardened my will. My sprint slowed and I raised my sword as I approached my infamous opponent. I swung hard, again and again. She did not yield. Thirty swings of my sword were not enough move her feet from their hold. I scurried past her and grabbed the limb of a tree and hoisted myself up, using it to begin my ascent up the mountain. The mighty queen lay chase.
I reached the top of the first mountain, and turn only to see her beautiful, haunting face close behind. I ran as fast as I could, across the top of the mountain, her breath on my neck. Before I could reach the next mountain she raised her sword and crashed it down upon me. I turned and returned a blow. Thirty more blows. Each harder and more violent than the last. My body ached, my will began to crumble, her eyes burned like fire as they pierced my soul. Again I gained ground past her, and began to crawl up the second mountain. Steeper and more jagged than the first, the second mountain proved to be as worthy a foe as the historic princess who pursued me. It took me many minutes to reach the top of the mountain, and was delighted to find a small stream to quench my thirst. I rested only for a moment as once again I found myself in the shadow of her glorious figure. Again, I fled.
This volley continued, again and again. Every small fight leading to no victor. Every mountain steeper than the last. Every stream, sweeter and sweeter. Dare I give in? Dare I stop and surrender? No, I must fight on.
As I ran across the fourth mountain, she began to laugh as she gained ground behind me. Her sword shone brightly in the afternoon sun. The first swing was her hardest yet, almost collapsing me there on the top of the mountain. I gritted my teeth, wiped the sweat from my blood-soaked brow and returned the blow. Again. And again. Her laughter grew louder. Her eyes burned brighter, her breasts heaved as she swung harder and harder. I could smell the leather of her belt. I could taste the salt of my sweat. RUN. The last mountain was in sight, my foe smiled as I dashed toward the victory I so desperately sought.
I never thought I'd reach the top of that mountain. My hands torn, my body running on will alone. I could see the top. I could still feel her breath. She bore down on me, laughing still. Her laughter now a sinister wail as I reached the top. I turned, victorious!
She stood in my face. I stood tall. She smiled. "Surrender!" I demanded. "NO!" I feared what was to come.
"Until next time." she whispered, and disappeared into the evening breeze.
She stood tall as the oak, mighty as the sea at the base of the first mountain. She yielded a sword 2 poods in weight. She swung it fiercely, without pity. My sword, though half the weight of hers, was sharp. My body, battle-worn and weary, did not hesitate to respond to my calling.
I left my village in a sprint, charging toward her, sword in hand. The wind blew cold that December day. The crispness of the air hardened my will. My sprint slowed and I raised my sword as I approached my infamous opponent. I swung hard, again and again. She did not yield. Thirty swings of my sword were not enough move her feet from their hold. I scurried past her and grabbed the limb of a tree and hoisted myself up, using it to begin my ascent up the mountain. The mighty queen lay chase.
I reached the top of the first mountain, and turn only to see her beautiful, haunting face close behind. I ran as fast as I could, across the top of the mountain, her breath on my neck. Before I could reach the next mountain she raised her sword and crashed it down upon me. I turned and returned a blow. Thirty more blows. Each harder and more violent than the last. My body ached, my will began to crumble, her eyes burned like fire as they pierced my soul. Again I gained ground past her, and began to crawl up the second mountain. Steeper and more jagged than the first, the second mountain proved to be as worthy a foe as the historic princess who pursued me. It took me many minutes to reach the top of the mountain, and was delighted to find a small stream to quench my thirst. I rested only for a moment as once again I found myself in the shadow of her glorious figure. Again, I fled.
This volley continued, again and again. Every small fight leading to no victor. Every mountain steeper than the last. Every stream, sweeter and sweeter. Dare I give in? Dare I stop and surrender? No, I must fight on.
As I ran across the fourth mountain, she began to laugh as she gained ground behind me. Her sword shone brightly in the afternoon sun. The first swing was her hardest yet, almost collapsing me there on the top of the mountain. I gritted my teeth, wiped the sweat from my blood-soaked brow and returned the blow. Again. And again. Her laughter grew louder. Her eyes burned brighter, her breasts heaved as she swung harder and harder. I could smell the leather of her belt. I could taste the salt of my sweat. RUN. The last mountain was in sight, my foe smiled as I dashed toward the victory I so desperately sought.
I never thought I'd reach the top of that mountain. My hands torn, my body running on will alone. I could see the top. I could still feel her breath. She bore down on me, laughing still. Her laughter now a sinister wail as I reached the top. I turned, victorious!
She stood in my face. I stood tall. She smiled. "Surrender!" I demanded. "NO!" I feared what was to come.
"Until next time." she whispered, and disappeared into the evening breeze.
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epic.
Nicely said. \
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Eva T.
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