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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Aging / Maturity
- Published: 05/19/2014
The Red Knight and the Young Squire
Born 1990, M, from NJ, United StatesThe Red Knight drew his sword, taking up his stance. The Young Squire stood across from him at twenty paces. Desperation occupied the squire’s face, feelings of humiliation and self-doubt. The Red Knight would not come to know the reason until well after the duel.
The Young Squire had been rejected by woman in favor of a wealthier man with lesser virtue. With the power to love so deeply, unrequited feelings stab deeper than any blade, rip apart more flesh than any bullet.
He was desperate to salvage his pride, and the crimson traveler who had arrived that morning embodied all of his frustration and failure. The Red Knight obliged to the challenge, but he would not throw the fight. This was a moment of teaching for the Young Squire, a moment of reflection. The Red Knight saw himself in the young man. Broken, angry, but determined.
The blades clashed. The Young Squire was skilled, but impatient. The fight was over well before they began.
Brought to his knees, the Young Squire had no need for mercy. He wished nothing more than to take his final breath. But instead of raising his blade, the Red Knight rested his sword on the boy’s shoulders, and dropped a Green Shield at his feet.
“Green is the color of serenity, the color of peace, life, and hope. Love is the strongest of all gifts, and it is unwise to let the unworthy convince us of our shortcomings. We must be patient, and trust that our destiny will be delivered to us.”
The Green Knight rose, sporting a new shield to guard his heart, ready to embark on the journey of his life.
His obligations honored, the Red Knight continued quietly down the path inching ever closer to his princess, the love he had set out to seek so many years before.
The Red Knight and the Young Squire(Broken Curses)
The Red Knight drew his sword, taking up his stance. The Young Squire stood across from him at twenty paces. Desperation occupied the squire’s face, feelings of humiliation and self-doubt. The Red Knight would not come to know the reason until well after the duel.
The Young Squire had been rejected by woman in favor of a wealthier man with lesser virtue. With the power to love so deeply, unrequited feelings stab deeper than any blade, rip apart more flesh than any bullet.
He was desperate to salvage his pride, and the crimson traveler who had arrived that morning embodied all of his frustration and failure. The Red Knight obliged to the challenge, but he would not throw the fight. This was a moment of teaching for the Young Squire, a moment of reflection. The Red Knight saw himself in the young man. Broken, angry, but determined.
The blades clashed. The Young Squire was skilled, but impatient. The fight was over well before they began.
Brought to his knees, the Young Squire had no need for mercy. He wished nothing more than to take his final breath. But instead of raising his blade, the Red Knight rested his sword on the boy’s shoulders, and dropped a Green Shield at his feet.
“Green is the color of serenity, the color of peace, life, and hope. Love is the strongest of all gifts, and it is unwise to let the unworthy convince us of our shortcomings. We must be patient, and trust that our destiny will be delivered to us.”
The Green Knight rose, sporting a new shield to guard his heart, ready to embark on the journey of his life.
His obligations honored, the Red Knight continued quietly down the path inching ever closer to his princess, the love he had set out to seek so many years before.
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