A warrior, a fighter,
a dreamer, a striker, a demi-god… All the titles that make one look invincible.
Yes… That is me! A traveler of time, the king of the land, the ruler of the
mountain, the price of the sea, yes me! No power could overpower me, no one’s
strength could defeat me, I was the one and only protector of the world. My
world. There was no gloom, no despair, no criminals, and no crooks. I had paved
a new path for everyone to follow; the righteous one.
After my usual routine
of watching my world from the skies all day, I finally returned home. It was
the time to take a peaceful nap. Nothing was wrong today again, a reason to
celebrate, a reason to enjoy. But I was too tired for that. I needed my fair
share of rest. I changed my clothes and took a refreshing shower. Then I went
to bed for my nap. Ahh… I was in such dire need of some rest. I instantly fell
asleep; fast asleep.
A knock on the door
woke me up. The knocking was a steady and impatient one. I got down from my bed
and started approaching the door while trying to rub the sleepiness out of my
eyes. But when I was about 10 feet away from the door, it burst open. There were
men, angry looking men all around the area. A couple of them stood right in front
of my door, carrying long sticks and baseball bats.
“Leave!” one of them shouted. “Leave the house now or we
will beat you to death.” My mother had come running out of the kitchen and was
now holding me tightly, as if trying to shield me from them.
I closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath.
That is how you dominate your fear, and with that, dominate your opponent. My
hand was on the hilt of the sword, well concealed from my enemy, who was only
ready to be defeated by my hands. His head wasn’t going be on his shoulders
after a minute, that he knew not. He deserved to die, for he had made the
mistake of threatening me and my mother. I opened my eyes to get the final glimpse
of my enemy and then went for my sword.
Only there wasn’t… No hilt to wrap my hands around it, no
sword to slice my enemies’ heads. My positioning, which would have been
strategically the best, now was the worst. I stood there helpless, vulnerable, ready
to fall, to fail, to either leave or die. No longer was I shielding my mother,
but she was, with her loving hands. Only if this was a nightmare; I would have
woken up by my mother’s tug to leave the house. And then I would have pulled
out my sword by its hilt and … my thought drowned in the sea of ailing mothers
and crying children and the screaming tyrants.
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