A little story I just made up tonight called, “The Dark Knight Warrior From Hell” :)
There is a tale of a man. He lived a normal life and did as he was told each and every day. He questioned nothing and made peace wherever he could. He was, at times, manipulated and abused as a youngster. But he continued to live to please others so as not to cause disruption.
The man settled down for a while, became a farmer, got married, and had a couple children. He went through each day, coasting, cruising, and in general, not thinking too much for himself. One day, while out in the fields, a white bird flew overhead and landed on his shoulder.
He looked at the bird and it back at him. Inside the birds eye he saw a freedom. He saw the ability to fly. It sparked something within him that he had never felt. It made him feel knotted inside. Was this feeling right? Should he act on the things that he was now thinking? He kept this to himself and from his family.
As time went on, the man became more drawn to the freedom that the bird felt. He saw possibility and an endless amount of experiences untold were he to spread his wings and follow the bird in its flight. This frightened the man for he would need to leave his family to do so.
As the man contemplated his life in the fields, another bird landed on his shoulder again. This time, a yellow bird. The yellow bird nodded at him, beckoning him to his true calling in life. To be free as a bird. The man started to speak to the bird, but it was too late, the bird flew from his shoulder before it could hear him speak.
The man felt saddened by the bird’s lack of listening to what he would say. But he knew his true calling now. To live freely and without restraint. He told his family that he would be leaving for he had a quest to go on and he would not be coming back. His family cried and mourned at his leaving, but the man did not look back.
As the man left his home, he went deep into a forest and found a pit leading downward. He looked in the pit and saw only darkness. The man knew that in the pit were horrors untold, yet his new-found freedom compelled him to face the deep and dark pit. So down the pit he climbed, lower and lower.
As he finally descended to the bottom of the pit, he found a spear laying on the ground. As he grabbed it, it burned his hands, leaving a permanent scar. However, the spear glowed with a red light, illuminating the way. The man walked and faced flying imps that clawed at the man and bit fiercely. He pierced them, defeating them, but suffered scratches on his face and arms.
Bleeding, the man pressed forward. Fear gripped him for he wondered if he would live through this experience. It was then, that hellish wolves with glowing eyes ran at him, growling, ready to tear the flesh from his body. He fought them with his spear, yet was bitten many times. One of the dogs knocked the spear from his hands – the last dog, for the man had killed all the others. As the dog charged the man, he bit the dog’s neck in order to end the dog and save his own life.
Bleeding even more profusely, the man picked up his spear and continued the journey. He saw Winged Balron’s ahead with whips of fire. He figured this was probably going to be his end, but decided to charge forward anyway. The Balron’s were fearsome foes, using magic and their whips to batter and bruise the man. Yet the man continued to fight despite the critical wounds and slew every last one of them. His body nearly covered in wounds and blood, he forged on.
He saw an elaborate throne ahead and saw sitting upon it, a devil. He approached the devil, bleeding, feeling nothing to lose, and charged forward. The devil, being a magical being, teleported and struck the man over and over with dark magic. This happened again and again – the man being unable to reach the devil each time. The man was singed from the dark magic, his body unrecognizable, when he closed his eyes, twirled around, and threw his spear behind him – right where the devil appeared, piercing the devil through his heart.
The man went and took the spear from the slain devil and made the trek out of the pit, climbing back up a great distance back to the surface of the world.
He arrived – battered, bloody, scarred, and a changed man. All who saw him shrieked back in terror, yet the man walked forward as if nothing was happening. He went to the town hall and placed the bloodied spear for all to see and made a sign for it. It read, “The spear of the man, who is forged through the trials along his journey.”
The man then left the town, never to be seen again. A tale began in the town of a man, the dark knight from hell, who slew the devil himself with a simple spear. Nobody knew if this was true or not, for the man of the story was never seen from again. Yet the man himself knew for he had gone through the experience by himself.