I find myself walking throw a cold forest. Im not sure how I have gotten there. But I am not scared at all. Im following this bright pouncing ball of light. Ive heard stories of many of these things that Ive ever seen one myself. Soon chanting and suddenly it seems. I follow it for several miles is it seems but Im not really paying any sort of attention but the how abouts is in spins in whispers softly to me. As I continue walking and following the bright blue fountain image. I get the feeling to take off my armor and its because I dont need it I have nothing to fear from this. The four starts to grow darker yellow eyes began to pop up around as I continue walking through. Oblivious to all of this I continue to move forward just following the orb. And now its the only like that I seen as many things are watching me. But as I get closer and closer to another bright light the eyes begin to move away as if they know whats going to happen before I even realize that I am now naked. Totally exposed to the elements yet Im not cold. Winters cold bath brushes against my back. I do not show ever I do not get goose bumps or anything. Im now bathed in the bright light coming from a very tall pillar surrounded by roses. Pawn it is the bright light shining down to me. I go forward but then the blue or the pecans to speak. Do not fear the thorns of the Roses have for they will only cut you skin deep be more afraid of the edge of the sword the to oppress close for warmth. Is if I did not even hear the orb speak in such a sweet sweet melody. My hands immediately go to the roses and began to climb. I try to take care and not to pull on the beautiful crimson petals. But alas my hands are too rough they are numb from the cold that I did not feel and some ball over the thorns and petals. As I climb up the tower my blood begins to stream from my feet my hands my means my chest. As the plot thickens to see people from me I can feel plants. As is there was a great song coming up from them. I cannot be certain but I hate you think that they are trying to encourage me to go higher. But really the only reason they are singing is because my blood is feeding them. I still am not scared of the several stories that I have climbed up the roses. The wind is howling across my back now but Im not scared I have nothing to fear the plants on my friends they will not give under my weight be there too happy to have seen me in to be helping me reach the top. More more I climb seemingly endless but Im not sad and or discouraged. I finally feel a little bit of warmth from the morning Sun coming up. I did not realize that climbed up all night long to be able to reach the spring carriers point of glory that I am striving to reach. As I finally get to the top the plan sir so sparse that I am literally just climbed the pillar and using them as markers to be able to let me know how much more I must go. I smile because now I can see what the light is emanating from. As I pull myself up on the flat plane. My muscles scream in relief of finely. Thought flashes from my mind as I gaze upon such a beautiful blade. The hilt is beautifully woven leather. Three or four strands of wine together and then looped in an out of each other but there were just one color it morphed between all the shades of the rainbow. It seemed as bright as the day. But it was pales in comparison to the actual edge of the blade. It nearly disappeared as one gazed at it. I could hear the wind that blew across to slip over it as just stood there and saying beautiful song. As I reach for the blade I hear a booming voice search for real sound who says you are worthy to have this blade. Many have climbed the same pillar h many have done the same pains that you have endured. Why did they not take this blade do you really believe you are worthy of it. At that sounded weekend wonder about myself I finally feel the cold I notice all the cuts and bruises that I havent seen before. I still reach my hand out. If the blade will let me I will guard it. If it deems me worthy I will wield it. Many have come to try. As my hand closes around the leather and soak in my blood. I will not come here to try. I tell myself in my head finally realizing what Ive come to do. I begin to pull on the handle...
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 06:16:29 +0000
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