It was an old new England setting, with cobble stone, carriages, town squares and the weapon of choice was swords. And the difference between pride and foolishness back then was skill. And this man had skill, but compared to the second man, he looked like a stumbling drunk. The crowd surrounding the two were surprised. They knew the first man, and knew his skill, but the second man had something, a strength, no a speed that seemed almost "unhuman". The crowd was abashed by this, except for one girl. She had an intensity and hope as she stared at the second guy.
The room was spinning, as the swords were hitting (clanging) in a rhythmic motion until "the first man fall, stop, died". The crowd started to disperse, as the widow ran crying. The girl walk up to the man and started talking.
"I need you to teach me."
"Need is a strong word" the man replied.
"It is need. My family was killed by a person as quick and strong as you, maybe even quicker. My father was killed defending my mother, he was the best buy they both died. I ran into the crawl space, but he must have seen me & all I saw was his coat. He burned down the house but I know he will be back. Please help me"
The man listened to her story, as the details reminded him of that day. He believed the man was prideful & childless but he was only defending his family. The guilt's been eating him up inside ever since.
"Fine, I'll help you. Come after midnight to the house at the end of the hill. It's a long walk, but come anyway."
"Thank you, so much."
The room was spinning, as the swords were hitting (clanging) in a rhythmic motion until "the first man fall, stop, died". The crowd started to disperse, as the widow ran crying. The girl walk up to the man and started talking.
"I need you to teach me."
"Need is a strong word" the man replied.
"It is need. My family was killed by a person as quick and strong as you, maybe even quicker. My father was killed defending my mother, he was the best buy they both died. I ran into the crawl space, but he must have seen me & all I saw was his coat. He burned down the house but I know he will be back. Please help me"
The man listened to her story, as the details reminded him of that day. He believed the man was prideful & childless but he was only defending his family. The guilt's been eating him up inside ever since.
"Fine, I'll help you. Come after midnight to the house at the end of the hill. It's a long walk, but come anyway."
"Thank you, so much."
