In a far and distant land, there was a Warrior of Light with the ability to heal wounds.
All of his comrades surrounded him. In those days, he felt loved, triumphant and cared for. Everyone expected great things from this Warrior of Light. He had a maiden of tremendous beauty and brought warmth to everyone around him. Not only could he hold himself in battle, he would heal his comrades so they could fight another day. A gentle, but fearsome warrior indeed.
But this warrior was fighting a fierce battle within himself and no one could see the vast amount of pain he was in.
The king he served had put a curse on him because of his own infidelity. The king was indulging with mistresses that the queen knew nothing about. A man from a foreign land approached the king, wanting to end his life for what he had done. But the warrior of light, younger at the time, was there for the king's aid. Both the foreign man and the king walked away unscathed, and no blood was drawn. Was it because of the presence of the warrior of light? No one will ever know.
"If you tell the queen about what happened today, I will kill you," said the king.
The young warrior, deeply saddened, just nodded his head, and went back to his barracks where he silently wept. How could the king he served do such a thing?
At that moment, darkness began to engulf the young man's heart.
Yet he was really good at hiding his inner sadness, he still found it within himself to heal others. A great knight of true chivalry, but at a cost. He found himself tired, mentally, spiritually and physically. His health was declining, and there were days where he didn't show up in the castle because of his exhaustion.
Little did he know, all of this was a part of the master plan set out by the king, who was the physical manifestation of darkness himself.
The warrior woke up. Something felt really off about this day, and the warrior knew it. All of a sudden his comrades rushed into his barracks, and they all grabbed him and forcefully pulled him into the kings throne.
"What is the meaning of this!?" The young knight cried out.
They were silent, but he could feel the immense hatred coming from the ones he called allies. His mind couldn't fathom what was happening. They approached the throne room.
There awaited more of the people who he loved and admired. All holding weapons unsheathed.
"Hold him down!" One of the knights yelled in rage. Pinning him down, all of his comrades took turns striking him. The warrior of light didn't know what hurt more; the knives that impaled his stomach, or the betrayal of those who once cared for him.
After they were done, they held up his head, his entire body drenched in his own blood. There he would see his beautiful maiden.
This would be the last thing he would ever see before he died.
One of the knights pinning him down held up his head, so he could watch the horror that awaited him.
They grabbed his maiden, ripped off her clothes, and began to violate her. He was completely powerless and had no strength left to fight, but he did anyway. His efforts were futile, and all of a sudden he had lost control over his body. He had died, yet he still tried to break free to save her. His efforts were futile. No words can describe the amount of sadness, anger and agony he felt at that moment.
"He's dead," one of the knights proclaimed. Still being able to hear them, the now dead Warrior of Light simply just listened to everyone around him.
"Dead already? We didn't even get to the fun part," the maiden said with a huge smile, wiping away the semen left by the men who so-called "violated her."
"O well, the king will be pleased. Let's get out of here boys!" She began to skip away in glee out of the throne room.
"The King wants his heart," said one of the knights. "He gave us specific orders to bring it to him."
"Well, let's rip it out!" Said another knight. They let out a battle cry and began to beat the dead corpse of the warrior of light. They tore off his left arm, then ripped out his heart. Threw his body against the thrones fountain.
"You know, I was hoping that would be more fun," one of the knights said leaving the throne room.
That would be the last thing the dead warrior would hear.
He looked up at the ceiling of the throne room, the pain would ever be engraved on his soul. Not only did he find out the people he loved never really cared for him, but the woman he trusted never loved him either. He had spent his entire life creating the love he always secretly craved himself, but his efforts were futile.
That day, this so called Warrior of Light, only knew true darkness.
