Note: This is something I just randomly started typing, so it is very flawed, and quite full of holes. So rip it to shreads!
Whispered lies in tales of old
Entangled, hidden truth remains,
A tale, a myth, a legend,
Of hero's yet discovered,
Through hell and back he'll come,
Astride his midnight horse,
Once the stars aligned,
But darkness tries to take him back,
For in darkness he was born,
Will light break through,
And hold him in her grasp,
Or will she perish,
By his own dark force within?
For if light dies so shall he,
Replaced by a shadow of past.
~The Writings of Sofar the Prophet
"Renshen stop!" She said pulling on his arm as hard as she could.
Renshen pushed her back roughly, making her stumble backwards a few feet before landing on her back. Catching her breathe she pleaded with him calling his name, but he did not respond.
He kept his hand firmly gripped around the younger man's neck, keeping his dagger against his throat. "I should cut out your tongue."
The man looked up at him in fear, "Sir...I...I did not mean any disrespect." He gasped for air, "I did not know the lady was taken, sir, I...apologize for my actions."
Renshen pushed the dagger into the man's neck slightly; blood trickled down the man’s neck. "Renshen! That's enough! He apologized. Now let’s go." Isra placed a hand on Renshen's, "It's not worth it, spare his life he learned his lesson." She spoke calmly but firmly.
Renshen let the man go. Sheathing the dagger he took her hand and kissed it lightly, "You are right my lady...I just did not like what he was insinuating."
"Just don't do it again...please Renshen."
"I will do my best my lady."
Walking out of the filthy tavern he helped her onto her mount before fetching his own horse. They urged their steeds forward at a canter until the village was out of sight.
“~”~”~”
Darkness, that's all that surrounded him. Smokey black abyss. His eyes burned, and smoke filled his lungs suffocating him with every breath he took.
Turning Renshen looked for any means through the dark fog but could see none. Adjusting his breathing he began to walk through the darkness.
There must be a way out. Find the light.
Light. It was his only hope, and his only weakness. Renshen knew that he was strongest with it. “You will find strength in your weakness”, the words of his mentor ringed through his ears. “Find the light in this world and never let it go.”
It had been hours since he had begun his journey and nothing had changed. Smoke clouded his lungs making it near impossible to breath, no some things had changed, and the smoke was growing thicker.
I must be near its source.
"Come, closer Renshen."
Renshen looked around looking for the voice's owner. But he could not see. He moved forward carefully placing each step. With every footfall the smoke grew more intense his eyes watered, and his lungs collapsed as he fell to the ashen ground.
He gasped for air but found none. Panic set in and he began to grasp for anything to pull himself back to his feet.
An ominous chuckle filled his ears, echoing in the dark cloud. "Embrace the darkness son, and become stronger than you will ever be."
Renshen could not bear the smoke any longer, the temptation of power...and life was too great. Nodding he managed to choke, "I accept."
The smoke uncoiled itself from his lungs and filled the air around him. Only this time when he took a breath the smoke did not harm him, he could breath. Standing, Renshen looked up, eyes black. "What will you have me do?"
"Take your blade and take out the light. Then my son you may live forever and have power beyond any mortal man."
“Renshen!” Light spoke, her voice soft but firm. Trying to call him away from darkness, he felt her hand on his shoulder, sending a warm wave through his skin. Drawing his sword he turned around, letting his swords pierce her flesh.
“~”~”~”
Ira gasped as blood filled her throat and ran down her side. Renshen stared at her blankly. Pulling his sword from her small form and tossed it aside and caught her in his arms as she fell to the ground.
“Ira…I..” There were no words he could say, he looked into her eyes hoping and praying this was all a nightmare. “Don’t you leave me.” He said, trying to apply pressure to her wound.
Smiling slightly she managed to move her hand over his and squeeze it slightly. Heart racing Renshen lightly held her hand as Light died in his arms.
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