Well, I normally write a short extract or a poem. Well, this week it’s a bit different. A longer piece of 333 words exactly. I hope you enjoy it.
Spend It Not Here
“Tell me” he said, “why have you come?”
The boy thought for a minute, then said “For revenge. They slaughtered my mother and brother, and I swear they shall pay.”
The warrior leaned against the battlements, his grey eyes matching the dark hue of the stone. The dawn light reflected red against his pale scars, and in his eyes there was a deep sadness.
“Son” said he, “I know that you have tracked and killed the very men that did this deed. So tell me again, why do you fight?”
And this time the youth was silent, his quavering eyes downcast. His hand moved to his sword, a small steel weapon. It had tasted blood already. He thought. He searched his heart until he felt a swelling within him. His face set, and he gazed resolute at the elder man.
“Because I enjoyed it. I ended his life and as his heart stopped it felt good.”
And now it was the warrior’s turn to down his eyes. He then knelt, and came to eye level with the young vigilante. He rested his hands on the shoulders of the other, then pulled him into an embrace. He felt the heartbeat of the boy, strong and live.
Softly, he spoke. “Lad, we have men enough for war. You have a good blade, but spend it not here. Do not throw yourself away in a battle you do not need. The land will need men of your spirit when this war has purged many good souls.”
Reaching deep into his tunic, he brought out seven gold coins. He places them into the boy’s palm and curled his knuckles around them.
“This will secure you an apprenticeship with a fair master. Now go, and be not near when the battle joins, for my heart’s peace.”
Standing now, he smiled fondly. The boy’s eyes held tears, but he held then in check. Looking up, he whispered “I will. Thank you. ”
And he strode away, on a new path.