Grace, Honor and Fortune, By The Warrior's Way By: Filosephy

This is a story about imagining the unimaginable true Warriors. Warrior’s who never stopped fighting for the Honor that they felt in their Hearts, for when they face power which ends up being corrupted, and faces the greatest betrayal….. you see, this was a time, after the many had fought with whom had the most honor, by evil, honor is to be broken. It was from the betrayal and because of whom which were whom best served their Masters, that lead to the Ultimate Warrior in our story. Once upon a very Mistèf time.. .. . .. . .. . . . . .. . A Lonely Warrior, not bound or unclean, Approached an Emperor one day. To this the Emperor was surprised and asked the Warrior that he may show discipline, or be discarded as easily as a rat. But when the Warrior had sensed this he approached and cautioned…. “He who is too righteous will cause the downfall of others.” To this the Emperor replied “Do you Warrior think that I will not have your tongue unravelled?” But with his samurai sword drawn still, he approached more and said, “It is not that which I do not believe, it is that you would not have something in place for people who wanted to join your army.” To this the Emperor did not speak, and for once his pride seemed kept without words. To this the Warrior then sheathed his sword and approached with a bow. He said to his Sensei, “It would fulfill my Gratitude if I could stand beside you, just by having said it.” The Emperor nodded………. Only the Samurai would show how truly tame he could be, foreshadowing over the Emperor, as so nobody else could draw that effect. It wasn’t subtle to the army that the Emperor was spending less time out in the field, because amongst the mist they all realized something. The Guru’s that are running around, aren’t as hasty, and their words are not longer spoken, but spoken more clear thus the catch. The army does not have to fight if they are training, and if the Samurai is training the army, then they will not have been prepared enough, unless they were utterly capable of setting-go their training, heading if into war, or their life’s dispute, that neither would the Emperor, without the Samurai. It wasn’t power that the Emperor lost, nor respect, nor was it any friendships, but pain the Emperor did loose, and for the pain of others it was received, and all by the army, controlled by the Emperor, but true the Warrior’s heart or he would be able to cut the king’s head off. The army realized such admirableness shown by their Emperor for constantly inviting an estranged soldier, like many and more of us, like the ones that they call enemy, to take the turn of being an important decision maker. He is the Man whom rules and not only by War but by Birth-Right. It is the Emperor’s Tale which all see as Devout and without question his Faith cannot be challenged. So does this Samurai challenge his Faith, and does the Emperor know this? Truly the Samurai could tell, he knew no meaning of Death, to him the Samurai, yet little did he know, their friendship could be bartered with, if the Samurai were to enclose the secrets that he has known.

Many a tales, whispered in the night, about fantasy’s and riches, lended an ear to those middle-ground in the areas it was spawning wealth and tears. One who does well they say, can make it into the mount of a heaping gold mine, and live forever trying to dig it out while you don’t end up getting sliced in half for it. So it was easy to say, what you had on person, had to be enough, and people could smell the empty pockets and ratty armor-wares. It only pleased those who thought about value, to be around anybody, or keep anybody alive, with spoils. It isn’t about making it look easy he would say, its about making it hard when it appears easy, and so therefore you have it looking hard to do things your way, because while most see easy as somewhere to tread upon, a Samurai sees the end of his life being trimmed down, for stepping on top an ant, or placing the wrong point of our feet set down on the ground with many pebbles, sometimes in the grass where it is fun to dig roots up and place half in the ground to stand upon. Sometimes there were precious seconds in battle that he enjoyed himself in for such was the enravelment.

The tender soul of the Samurai was lost in between worlds and he no longer found himself a part of this world. He was trapped. Within his mind lay conflict, and too much forgiveness. The Samurai was trapped, this was true, but he did not feel shame. As I said he had felt too much forgiveness in him, but that was because he had only felt the pain of the others whom he helped and swore to protect, but not those of the innocent in battle that he had mangled. So this gave a great distance of a whole of Loathing in the Samurai, that he kept in his eyes for the conflict. It was too great a wicked spell that had been cast upon the Samurai and he lost great deal of admirableness towards himself and the others. It did in fact portrait him as a different man. One still yielding for its perfection, careless not the Samurai was, and he speeked with a different tongue which he then Denounced upon his undoubtedly friends they take a notice in his actions. It was a tease to the Samurai. Sheltered by his fear of regret, the Samurai kept to his regular round with the Emperor whom demanded that he taught himself great wisdom in between visits, are the Samurai was keeping up with doing himself until being almost swept away time, and time again, it was the Emperor who seemed more wise. Secretly they kept it amongst the two of them, secret even from each other, that they were contending one against the other. Not in Honor or Alliances, Gold or stale value, but only true was one thing they could contest in complete secrecy. Faith was all these two men had left to compete upon. For as one watched the other closer, the two eyes that latched on after would be truer to smite. And it was the Samurai who got involved and held in the Emperor’s presence too long until his purpose was only to have given more to the Emperor. However, he knew that if he remain completely hidden with his intent, then since the Emperor would have been careful to know all of this, which his eyes do show later, that his master’s eyes would truly open to him, and the stars would be able to say, who won their conflict of Faith, but only if he were to survive the hate of every Soldier in the Emperor’s Army, his enemies, the Emperor himself, and if all that what else to prove to himself he is still after everything able to survive the hate in himself without suffering. To the Samurai, it was perhaps some say the written key to the beginning of the train of all thought, to any life you wanted to know about. To be explained better you might say, a hypnotic trance to make you know all, see all, and feel underneath a spell, which could beg you for more, oh wait yes the book.

Choices themselves can come from other people, and so a samurai must know this, and anticipate what it is they whom be standing in their light will try to accomplish by learning, or by skill, often not during with acquaintances. And so, he had much to rebuild, for honor, and trust, but also to gain. It was a deep secret he kept, one that brought trouble amongst the entire Relm which was under siege. He could face attack by anybody, or soul, by his mistakes, but most importantly by his fortune. It seemed that the most powerful will make him enemy, and the Lands would crack in half, just to indulge him in his pacifist time. To all people a-like this would seem normal, so to him, it was utter importance that he keep himself alluded from his past ever being mentioned, and his skills would have to be relinquished for training. During this time it was easy to get no affection and keep Contemplating the strategies to be used next, to entrap the full efforts of his army’s, while keeping influence that doesn’t lead back to the Emperor by the Samurai’s doings.

One day, belonged to all the army’s miscalculations, a strange Assassin Broke in, but to which was not owned by the Army, the Samurai! Found the traces of wax in a door handle, from a craftily formed wax key, and traced down the Assassin without even having known anything except where the assassin would Strike. At the hands of a Monarch in order to gain further access, but this he knew could not be allowed, too many have seen the wizdom which lies without ruin of the ages we were once all Deadlocked in Combat, and had no foe or friend to distinguish upon. In order to stop any Infiltration, he devised the most awesome of plans. He decided to wait upon the arrival of the unhospitable person to be. When he had spotted the false eye of the Soldier not amongst them, he gave to them, 3 of the most priceless rubies from the Emperors courthall, cathedral chamber. After doing so, the Assassin knowingly convinced, took them to their master whom could not believe their eyes. For this the Bribe to the Assassin was complete, and their Leader was then slaughtered upon by his own Armies after not wanting to sell them and become wretchedly rich. Constantly watching are those who will strip you of more then your reflections.

It was a restless night, and all swallows were cooing from their nesting trees. The shadows were a blaze under the graceful moonlight, and the hit of leaves on to the ground could be herd under the breeze which kept on high the damp sounding foggy blue night and black air, swiftly moving it all. Surely the Samurai could feel the enticement pounding through his veins like a drum that has been beating louder and can now be herd by the presence of all Saintly mannor, and this seemed to stop the Samurai as he fell into a deeper and deeper subconscious, state that seemed to reach out at its own subconscious and devour it in one heaping chomp, but then it seemed different as the latch began to fade and brought temporaty back into its subconsciousness. And so the Samurai went home. It was kept under sweet fumes of dusty trails and leak-sided taverns where the weak have gone to toil in old dire issues that bring in some conflicts, that which some matter most to those even whom have written history, and read it and feel themself become in the longer picture, one whom with the pen holds in its hand and causes the magic to appear when it is true, false, or still a hopefulness inside where we can still see it, as magic..………..

The Samurai has a slumber in his senses, fighting it off day by day, he finally sheaths his sword to rest. The relentlessness has become clear to him now. Much too clear, for his teachers have never looked upon him in shame of his judgments. Contradictory to what they had said about leaving though, he felt that his past and Future always had to be very much different. What turned out to be different was not the Samurai, it was the war and his surroundings. The Grace that had once been the surroundings of the mountains and Salt in the Sea turned into the Grace of having travelled through them and seen so many Smiling faces. The Majesty of the Forest illuminating like the cloud of ones own breath and through the hazyness we see all of the times of glory we treaded upon, and all of the great battles. The Samurai Lurks swiftly into the Forest as he follows a main path which opens just near a shallow part of trees. The light from the sun is shinning and there is no branch in the way, or any shadows until just as soon as it turns left and just as he approaches, a carriage is there just pulling into sight. A shattering blink from the driver-coach’s eyes and there he see’s that one man, standing. With a gasping coming from the coach’s mouth, The Samurai stands strong, hands on his side, and turned just slightly. As the shields and blankets hung over the side showed, this was a caravan traveling East to catch some profit selling good-fine suits and home comforts, yet it could also show that these were a knight’s of a certain brigade.

At first the pitch is that The Samurai, introduces himself, and tries to grab a ride, but at no firm standpoint with the driver. The driver looked ordinary yet with a little stubbornness. His head shined which gave way to the red hair on his side which stretched to the back of his head and with a plentiful but not fully covered beard, looked with a gaze as if amongst children, and his face glew red, it seemed from the cold, but looked like he was sitting at a campfire and he shawn his gaze over to the Samurai! “He surly has a great way of travelling, and is dealt such a nice smile of this peaceful day, Could I meet your acquaintance?” “Not without this person’s name first” The Driver bargened, as the Samurai thought, how quaint would it be now to try and chop of his head, but he could never live for Tyranny. “I am distinguished to have met thee.. . ?” There was a subtle pause, and then silence and then the man with the big red beard spoke, “Alagar, and from one tree passer to another, what be your name?” Shortly the idea came to Alagar that, “Celonesiss” could be of valuable protection. There was much available for one added person on board. It only took a few moments to know that this friendship would be planned to stay together, for a long extrusion of time. They didn’t get along abruptly, but both were entranced by each others abilities. It almost seemed like the first close encounter with a man of the other culture, except without war. And Alagar knew all about the wars and how they had started. This alone was a good reason to say, that’s why he stuck with him. From the very beginning they had so much to dispose. And they wielded swords together, Endlessly, given only the one true path to must follow, while this became true, that they were seen righteous amongst men, born, from the conditions inside the wake of any opposser's.. . . . . .blind mistakes.

THE END!

From Author:

These types of magic, this kind of Hero, and believe it, or not but try to realize that you helped make this Hero, but it could be true.

Dedications:

I would like to send out my dedication’s for this story to, My Family My Friends whom I consider Family And Anybody with a true heart, that knows no defeat.

A Quote That Someone Wrote:

Knowing when to leave may be the smartest thing anyone can learn. Said By: Burt Bacharach

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