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Fate's Chosen Part 1

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The Path of Fate’s Chosen
Part 1

He was born a Warrior
Born was the Warrior to Grief and resentment
Born was the Warrior to strife and death

Born was the He to a drunken mother
Born was the He to a dead father
Born the warrior to His Fate
And to his destiny

Life in His past began in hardship
From His first breath
He had but one thing to do… Survive
When he could walk he began to train

Train He did in stealing for His meals
Train He did in fighting for dominance
Train He did in running for His life
Train He did while waiting in vain
For the day He would be free of misery

When He was beyond His boyhood years
The Guard took him in
With no brother, no sister
No father, no mother
He was glad to be a part of a family

A blade He was given
A shield He was given
Armor was placed upon Him
And, with barely a glance behind Him
He was sent to train for a different cause

The sword became His arm
The shield became His bone
The armor became His skin

His fellow guard became His brothers
His fathers, his cousins, HIS family
A warrior He had become

The bells of peace ceased
The horns of war sounded
And so the Warrior began
His quest to discover His fate

His family marched through dead fields
Covered by the life of previous Guard
And of the Enemy
Slow His family did not

A-top a hill His family stood
A-top a hill the Warrior stood
At the bottom stood the enemy
At the bottom stood darkness

A-top a hill name Clashet
He and His family stood
The enemy charged
Unwilling to stop the oncoming bloodshed

As they ran, whooping and hollering
The Warrior readied his sharp arm
The warrior set his bones
The Warrior tightened his hardened skin
And prepared to cause men to fall

The Family of the Warrior
And the enemy of the Family
Met to decide who would flow
Down the river of death

The Warrior swept through battle
Vicious and unyielding
He watched as face after face
Fell beneath his onslaught

The Family of the Warrior died
As the enemy of the Warrior died
Each met his end by the hands of another
Blood was let to flow freely

The Warrior couldn’t stop
His family from dying
He could only
Keep the enemy from living

Refusing to stop He dealt blow after blow
Letting death flow from his hand
He bled as others bled
But he refused to embrace death as others

The Warrior fought and killed
The Warrior hurt and bled
He refused to fall
While countless others fell

Thrice the enemy charged
Thrice blood was spilt
Tree times the Warrior fought
Three times He prevailed

The enemy fled from his prowess
With the dead piled high
He raised his blade
And let victory emit from his lips

His family lay around him
He ran to a brother
To watch him die
He ran to a father
To watch him die

His anger was replace by sorrow
He wept for the living
He wept for the injured
He wept for the dead

He was received by His diminished family
As a hero
He was received by the Guard
As a hero
He was received by His nation
As a hero

He received himself as a broken man
One who kills for empty glory
One who lets His family died
For no reason

He returned and left the guard
He returned and dropped his armor
He returned and dropped his shield
He returned and dropped his sword
And became free of death if only for a moment

He traveled, looking for his calling
When he stumbled upon a musician
A talent not exercised
He asked if he could be taught

The musician responded
“Only if you agree
To help me drop my accursed debt”
And so a bargain was struck

The Warrior gathered his change
And bought the musician his freedom
“A deals a deal”
And so he went about
Teaching the warrior the way of the lute

Months passed and the musician with them
His teaching stayed behind
In a new man who traveled
The Warrior left
And the Musician He became
This is a story i created....a long time ago.

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