Castle of
Emptiness...
The night is young... Battle is strong... Victory is on
hand....
"Sir, do we proceed...?"
"Sir...?"
We smiled at each other... Generals... Victory... How delighted
that this day has finally come.. Soldiers, spirits is high...
"We're
winning!! TEAR THEM DOWN!!!"
Army rushes.. No efforts... Storm has flattened the silent
ground...
Minds stirring...
"Do we proceed sir?"
"Yes."
The flag is lifted, soldiers marched...
"They are coming strong sir!!"
"I know..."
"Sir!!"
"I SAID I KNOW.... I CAN SEE
THAT...."
Blood is splashed everywhere... Many are lost... Before the enemy
approaches...
Fear. It has made a man even stronger. Eager. To fight.
"Sir!! It's an AMBUSH!!"
He kept in silence. Knewing it was always from the beginning..
Everything is going according to plan.
"Help!!" Slashed a young boy before his very eyes. Could grow up to
be a great foe in potential. He doesn't take any chances...
"Help!!" DIE.. DIE... Show no mercy to an enemy as no mercy would
be shown to you... But... They are afterall so helpless....?
His desires won over him... Victory is too sweet to be sacrificed..
He turned numb. Iron fist. Strength and his power... His ability to
execute. Before him, countless times.. Decisions have to be made.
He chose the simplest.. The route towards his goal and
victory....
"Great men were lost... Dreaded
enemy has took a strayed cunning move... Creeped upon us like
thieves...."
Angry faces lit up the blood field. Enemy is everywhere. Sometimes
you just can't even recognise one...
He looks into the sky. Pleaded guilty. But then... This is a
battlefield... Who isn't..? Assurance which isn't firm enough...
Helpless screams echoed through his head... Tiring day it was.. He
needs to sleep. The fatigue is killing him...
Sleep. Next day. 1st ray of light. So BRIGHT. Lights up everywhere.
Furnitures, stores, people... Screaming.. He didn't counted this.
Bad. He ran. All directions. Stay calm he said. Heart pounding..
But mind must act.
Racing on horses, "Follow
me!"
Grasses were cut. He felt weak. Sour?
Victory. The only word which ran through his mind.
"Is everyone ok?"
"Yes sir!"
"Make sure that no one's
injuried."
"Yes sir!"
Always a caring general. Well-respected by his men.
Do NOT give up. He thought to himself. Took the men and ready for a
surprise visit.
No one could have expected. No one even himself.
SLAYER. Took heads after heads. Everyone taken unprepared.
"46!"
"Was it..??" "Damn! I lost count again!"
Blood that drips... From fresh to dawn. The color of death. The
smell...
"Sir, we are ready to...."
"SILENCE!!"
VICTORY. The RED CARPET. He steps down from his horses. Gathering
the rest of the helpless ones... He passed. Through the gates.
Gathered by his smiling friends.
"Cheers!"
One offered him a cup of the 'victory' in taste.
He smiled. Took over. Held the cup high up in the air.
The sword came down. His arm is severed. Bleeding. Weak. Too
soon....?
He looks around a bit... Turned cold... Heard laughters...
Silence.
It's dark. But victory is in hand?
