Chronicles of the Sword
She could still hear the shouting
"Take your sword if you want to live, you worthless scum!"
As the tears swelled from the pain, she had nowhere to hide and no peace in sight.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance. I will not disappoint you again.."
She had heard of kindness and warmth, but had never experienced them.
Her natural talent as well as her gruesome past was how she reached her present level of brilliance.
Self-defense instincts, survival instincts, that was all it was.
No one protected her.
No parents that cared and loved her.
No friend to have emotional ties to.
Only a single sword.
She had to be stronger.
There could not be anyone stronger.
Today, she flies across the battlefield.
She cuts through the enemy like a flash of light.
She feels no mercy to those that flee, that surrender, that beg her to spare them for their family's sake.
She feels no mercy because she does not know how.
She was never given the chance.
All this to simply to exist, that was her only reason.
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