The Final Battle
It is pouring in this mediocre small town, pouring hard. It is pitch dark all around except for the main street running through this town. It is illuminated in an orange glow from the street lamps.
I walk out of the darkness into the middle of the road and stop and just stand there. I just stand there while I wait for him. It's not really me standing there but it is. Even though I have died before I still stand there, somewhat alive. He will be here shortly. I'm in clothes not normally seen in this world nowadays. And my hair, it is longer than normal, and white as snow.
The look on my face is as cold as snow too as well. I knew he was finally there so I look up and not far up the road, there he stands, staring at me. He is me, but not quite, his hair is pitch black and so is his clothing and he has an evil grin on his face while my expression is just blank.
We stand there motionless and just stare at each other, swords in hand. It is the calm before the storm that will decimate and wash this town away as well as either me or him. One of us is going away soon too. Soon, a flurry of of clangs and blows will happen and I will die some more. I don't know which one of us will survive or even for sure if one of us will. All I know is that very soon there will be a battle.
This battle will seemingly last forever but never again will a single ray of the sun's light touch this battleground the way it is now, no matter how long the fight is. This war must happen and I pity the people stuck now, frozen in time in this town for they will never see this war soon to happen nor will they see another day. When this war is over the sun will hopefully strike the ground again . . . or the whole world will be dark and never know another, living day.
Soon this will happen and no one but me will know when it does. Soon, everything will change, everything will be different. Will it be better or worse. Only a small part of me will survive but that part will decide the future of everything from the end of this battle on. Sadly, this must happen, as we can no longer co-exist, good and evil have been the same for far too long. Well, here we go and I hope everyone, excluding me, feels a little bit of sorrow tomorrow. Because if they don't that means that he won and that means that no one will ever feel again.
I walk out of the darkness into the middle of the road and stop and just stand there. I just stand there while I wait for him. It's not really me standing there but it is. Even though I have died before I still stand there, somewhat alive. He will be here shortly. I'm in clothes not normally seen in this world nowadays. And my hair, it is longer than normal, and white as snow.
The look on my face is as cold as snow too as well. I knew he was finally there so I look up and not far up the road, there he stands, staring at me. He is me, but not quite, his hair is pitch black and so is his clothing and he has an evil grin on his face while my expression is just blank.
We stand there motionless and just stare at each other, swords in hand. It is the calm before the storm that will decimate and wash this town away as well as either me or him. One of us is going away soon too. Soon, a flurry of of clangs and blows will happen and I will die some more. I don't know which one of us will survive or even for sure if one of us will. All I know is that very soon there will be a battle.
This battle will seemingly last forever but never again will a single ray of the sun's light touch this battleground the way it is now, no matter how long the fight is. This war must happen and I pity the people stuck now, frozen in time in this town for they will never see this war soon to happen nor will they see another day. When this war is over the sun will hopefully strike the ground again . . . or the whole world will be dark and never know another, living day.
Soon this will happen and no one but me will know when it does. Soon, everything will change, everything will be different. Will it be better or worse. Only a small part of me will survive but that part will decide the future of everything from the end of this battle on. Sadly, this must happen, as we can no longer co-exist, good and evil have been the same for far too long. Well, here we go and I hope everyone, excluding me, feels a little bit of sorrow tomorrow. Because if they don't that means that he won and that means that no one will ever feel again.
posted by The White Falcon at 11:08 PM
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