Salvation
The two stood apart from each other. The warrior was covered in blood
that was almost all his own. His body was beaten and his breath came
in ragged gulps. He readied his blade and attempted a final strike at his
foe. A cloak caught the attack and only a mask could be seen. He fell,
his spirit broken and his resolve gone. His body no longer able to fight,
his eyes began to see nothing but shadows. As he began to fade a
voice spoke, "Rise." He lifted his head to see a light flooding the sky. It
wrapped around him and he stood. An angel came down to him and
placed her hand on his, "Heal." His wounds closed and he felt strength
return to him. His resolve came back as the light was finally freed. The
warrior stood anew and he lifted his sword once again. The angel
gripped the sword with him and added her strength to his, "Fight." The
warrior charged and the fight resumed. With the light free and the
angel giving him purpose, the warrior fought. The battle raged and the
shade was beaten back. Life flourished around him as the shade was
locked away. It would break free and attack several times. Each time it
would be further broken as the two stood firm against the darkness.
Others came and bonds strengthened. The light could no longer be
sealed, and the darkness was bound forever more.
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