There is a legend about an immortal in the hills. The kingdom he comes from showers him with gold and luxuries that the king himself does not even have. This kingdom is the most feared for one reason. The immortal, the executioner. He was like the tip of Zeus’s bolt, or the hammer of Thor. Was he the god of war? Or the angel of death? No one knows. He destroyed everyone and everything in the kings way. Wars were won with the sharpness of his blades and the brute force of his fists. He is summoned on this dark and rainy day just like any other. Executioner! Your king requests your presence.. And just like every other time, he obeyed his king. Coming out of the darkness he raises his blades and looks to a man kneeling. The guards hold him down. Please! Don’t do this, I have a family! But the executioner is warrior and the pleading man’s voice escapes him. His kings words are all that he hears. With one short thrust he is finished and the man is no longer of this life but is in the next. He goes back to his throne and waits for his next orders. A storm makes haste towards the kingdom in the hills. Lightning strikes close enough to feel the walls rumble. The clouds cast a grey shadow over the hills. Executioner! Your king requests your presence.. Another victim to his blades will soon be. Out of the shadows the executioner comes holding his head held high and gripping his blades of death. Only this time he hesitates. There is a beautiful woman with her knees in the mud. She is drenched from the rain. Passion comes pouring out of her light brown eyes, Unlike the guilty men that have tasted his cold blades before. A tear falls down his face lost with the rain and going unnoticed. What is her crime?! He yells out to one of the knights. She will give birth to a monster! It has been foreseen.. He looks back to the woman. He picks her up and breaks free from the castle and makes his way towards the ocean. She is startled as well as frightened. What are you doing? She asks him. Your free, go and never look back. They cant be far behind us. Just before she speaks she looks behind him. And there, in formation, the king and his army. The king knows the executioner can inflict the worst damage to them all. But with his rage he comes to hunt them down. Preparing for battle he grips his blades and holds his stance. The woman grabs his arm and embraces him. She lays her head on his chest giving him a warmth he has never had. Giving him a sense of love that years of pain and violence could never amount to. He realizes…. Her crime was never giving birth to a monster, her crime, was setting one free. What is your name? The beautiful woman asks, as arrows and daggers fill the sky and rain down on them both.
I wrote this for my dad.
i like the end