The Warrior

A long, long time ago. In a land full of wild, hairy and ugly monsters. There came to be a legend of a great warrior— A brave fighter of beasts and monsters alike. The warrior is strong and fights like a lion. He destroys his enemy with his grand sword. Surely he will help us fight. Using his powerful sword to vanquish our enemy. Yes, this warrior is the only hope we have— In this horrible, no good place— Where we dare not venture out at night. We need the warrior to appear and save us. We cannot defeat these monsters alone. The monsters are 10 feet tall— Hairy, big eyed and awfully strong. We are normal size and weak. Word was sent to the warrior several nights ago. We have heard no news of his pending arrival. We do hope he makes it in time. Our walls are growing thin and we are close to powerless. A monster broke through our outer wall last night. It danced around in victory— But left us be, for now. Not sure how long we have and still no warrior in sight. It seems we have put our faith in a nonexistent hero’s hands. The hands of a god like warrior who appears not to care for us. Perhaps we should have made other preparations. Maybe we could have done more than hope for a warrior. How will we ever fight these monsters alone? We have given up hope on the warrior’s arrival. Day is almost over and we will not survive the night. The monsters will come and wipe us out. Night has come— And monsters have already broken through our patched outer wall. We are as close to death as anyone alive can be. Waiting for the monsters to find us in our hiding spot. Why, oh why did the warrior not come to save us?