There was once a man in search of his destiny. When he was small, his mother told him that destiny isn’t true, that he is responsible of what he would become. Years after, he was taken by the Saxons of the East that he was separated from his family. He’s been enslaved, had been a warrior for the rebels of the forests of England, but he was never treated an enemy, he was given the finest armor and made to eat good food. He questioned why he’s treated differently warm. He lived sleepless nights crying and yearning to be free so he would see and be with his family again, but never had a chance of escape.
On his nineteenth birth year he laid-dead the rebel leader of the Saxons and did escape. It was he and his sword and the God he knew, gone to seek the thing they called destiny. To prove what his mother told him he went on solo with his journey until the day comes that he saw a woman, tied by the banks of the river Anglos. He had her rescued and eventually fell for her. Surprised he was when he woke up knowing that the woman left him, with his child taken, tears again fell. As darkness fell over him, he came back to his place, the place of the Midians, he fell on his knees when he saw that the village was all burned-up. He never knew that his family was…he’s moving towards North completely senseless, numbed at all that he could not feel a thing anymore. Suddenly the woman he loved stood up front, wooing arrows at him…for him just to find out that the leader of the Anglos was the woman’s father. He saved his life once again having escaped from the clashing. He and his tamed horse from the pavement of Gibea, his sword which was an ere from the Midians, and the God he knows – they journeyed towards Alta, the place of his birth. There he found his mother laid by the caves… living by her own, still said, “Destiny isn’t true, you are the one who creates the marks of your life.” He made a chariot and took his mother with him in his journey. The next morning when he was about to give her meal, he found her cold-laid-dead. He cried out, “Vera, my mother,” still courage made him strong to search for his father, he knew not of his father since he was small. Upon his journey to Vera’s hometown, he again met and fell for a woman which he unknowingly that she is a vigilant for the king of England. Until a night came that she was about to kill him, but warriors instinct thrusts his sword to the woman’s breast. He did not recognize that it was his beloved because of the fallen darkness. He wept, concealed as everything which is happening to him is evil. Still, courage held him standing. Continued his trek towards the place of his mother, there was an elderly man who knew about his family’s history, Arus…he had him confessed and Arus said, “You are the descendant of the former king of England, your mother Vera is the daughter of the present king…and you have two siblings both are women, one is a vigilant for England and the other one is the daughter of the leader of the Saxons who rebels against England, and the father that you are searching for is the one that you killed when you yearned for escape, now tell me…you still seek to battle with destiny???”
Originally published at TRIOND.com
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