A Warrior and a Battle Part One

Standing on the sand of the dawn of her life. The wind blows with two attitudes, one is soft and gentle and the other is brisk and heavy. Her hair has grown out to her shoulders at least. The great feeling of natures soul flows through every strand filling her with pride in who she is. The water rushes up to take the land from under her feet. She adores the array of colors the universe can produce during a sunrise. In that moment she didn't know that the water stealing the land would be her first battle, it goes completely unnoticed though.

Off in the distance she could hear the voice of man, the chatter of their gossips were like flies buzzing around. She turned to see a sword, shield and a helmet. She didn't understand why she would be interested in these things. It was that moment a being appears to her. The voice said "take these things I have provided you as you will need them soon." She gathers up the gear and heads to her sanctuary.

She relaxes peacefully in those innocent moments. A voice calling to her grabs her attention. She is suddenly shoved to the ground where she lay in confusion. Thoughts running through her head like a train carrying cargo cross country at night. She looks up to see a human force walking toward her at least 100 strong. She assumed they had come to take her innocence. She grabs up her sword of words and her shield of lies and begins a battle that she would fight for a lifetime. Somehow her abilities with the sword are unmatched, the first 100 lay dead at her feet. With her sword in the air she let out a war cry that could be heard in the most distant of places. 

She begins to walk into the wilderness seeking something she hasn't figured out yet. She walks the journey meeting nothing but the sound of wild animals in the distance. The woods are dark at night and her fear is that she may never find a way to you. She comes to a crossing where a stream flows quietly through. She sees the reflection of the moon in the water and kneels down to see her own face. She sees a face she cant recognize, it is covered with dirt and disfigured beyond her belief. She tries to wash the dirt from her face but it is no use. She looks around and all she can see is trees. She is frail with only skin wrapped around bones. Her hair is matted and out of control. Her attire is that of sheets and what ever material she could get her hands on.

After traveling so far she sees smoke in the distance, it is dusk the sun is setting on her shoulders. She heard no noise but saw a beautiful house on a hill. She decided to climb a tree just to watch the house to see who lived there. She fell asleep in the tree and awoke to the morning birds singing their song. After a moment she realized the house and smoke was not a dream it was reality. The place was more magnificent than she had seen last evening. She saw a boy near her age running a muck in the yard. She felt humiliated that she looked so horrible and he looked well taken care of. Still carrying a small amount of his baby fat. When the sun made it to the top of the sky she decided she was going to take the chance and go to the house. She was starved and that was motivation enough. As she approached the house she drew her sword and raised her shield. She was good at sneaking so she crept up behind the boy walking into his shadow. He turned slowly as if to see someone else. (To be continued)   

The Music

He is a young man grasping his guitar without knowing what to do. His hands are curious, his mind races. He touches it gently to understand its structure. The strings are so random, he has no clue how to play but he strums as if he is seasoned. His desire to learn is as heated as the flames of a winters fire. By the point of view he must learn to play in order to search for a piano to accompany the song of his life. Watching his father he has learned what all young men seek. His father gifted him this guitar long ago and it remained in waiting till ready for his first note to be played.

In the summer of a year that he has long forgotten, a girl came into his shadow. As he turned, hoping to see her struggling with a piano he could not help but notice she also was holding a guitar. He looked into her despondent eyes trying to conceive her guitar. He does not understand why her piano was so heavy. He could not help but notice her piano seemed weathered and ridden with cracks and dents. The keys were stained of time and only a few notes would play. She to had no clue why her guitar was so difficult to learn.

She eventually learned to pick out a jingle here and there with her out of tune strings as he struggled to find the first note. He was equally dumbfounded by her inability to play the same note on her piano that he would repeatedly pluck. With moments passing like seconds on the face of the clock they both bang and strum away hitting the right notes every once in a while. She learned to control her fingers as she rested them so carefully on the black and white keys. After a few wild chaotic attempts they decided to stop. She would turn to help him with his guitar and he learned that a good sound can come from a quiet moment.

With her busted piano and his rough around the edges guitar playing they began to strum a song of life together. He closed his eyes to absorb the sweet sound of her piano skill as they became more and more beautiful. He knew he could not get through a single verse with her playing the guitar the way she did. Now the hour had arrived for them to demonstrate their abilities to those standing close. Her piano and his guitar make a few moments of magic that captivate those close. At the end of the performance they lay their guitars down and they hear cries of shame of those close. Their faces covered they run away. No one could ever understand why her piano sounded so much like a guitar and why her guitar sounded exactly like a piano. They knew in their hearts they could play the song of life but in the ears of the close it sounded so horrible. Not even a song at all, not a note in tune. If you listen close you can still hear them playing their song and somehow managing to be highly proud of the music.

In the darkness.

She stands before the moon hiding within its silver light. Her heart facing in a direction that she has never known. Aimlessly wandering within her own spirit's limits. Her soul is torn still ripping at the seams. She hopes he will give her wings of fire, but he stands there with his confused hands behind his back. She whispers in his ear, "is this the hope I have battled for all these years?" He turns his head to peer into the distance as if he wishes his mind could be strong enough to begin walking away from her. 

He knows her decay is all she is. He weeps for his own sacrifice. Forsaking a possibility that he must play in his mind as if he could transcend the dimension that he is trapped in to an alternate reality. She falls to her knees realizing her horrible reality. Knowing that she can not change her direction she looks to his back to reach for him but she knows he was never really there for her to touch. Her hands withered and her face scared from the cutting of time.

Something inside both of them pull them together and they begin to melt into themselves. He stands face toward the ground, shamed from his damaged life. She screams "It is you I love, it is you I breathe, it is your stardust I require to live." He builds his strength and with all of his might he places his arms around her. He dries her tears with his soul. A dream of perfection yet so damaged beyond repair. This is who she is. With her weak body she stands before the moon hiding within its silver light.