The injured warrior rushed through the forest, he seemed to have lost the way. Had so much going through his mind, the danger of wild, his family, his friends, and above all the throne for which he fought.
He knew that the king was wrong and used the army for his own good but he had to fight; a fight for the nation he belonged, fight for the people he loved. He was the greatest warrior, a master of every trait of wars, but he could never beat his conscience. He could spill every drop of one's blood but hated its smell. You know the smell!! the sign of slaughter, the sign of murder of several wishes and dreams, yes the same smell!! he hated it all.
But now that he was in the forest, that looked like growing with every step he took, he was far away from everything except for his own life and he wanted to save it.
To be continued.................
He knew that the king was wrong and used the army for his own good but he had to fight; a fight for the nation he belonged, fight for the people he loved. He was the greatest warrior, a master of every trait of wars, but he could never beat his conscience. He could spill every drop of one's blood but hated its smell. You know the smell!! the sign of slaughter, the sign of murder of several wishes and dreams, yes the same smell!! he hated it all.
But now that he was in the forest, that looked like growing with every step he took, he was far away from everything except for his own life and he wanted to save it.
To be continued.................
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