From times im
memorial, the Wolf has been waiting for the day when he would be freed from his prison. His heart had swollen with insurmountable hate, yet he still waited paciently for the time when his shackles would release him from his torment.
And his long wait did not go unrewarded.
When the harsh winter matched the coldness in his soul, finally came the day he was eagerly waiting for. The Wolf would at last move forward and seize his destiny with both his fangs and claws. The chains of fate would no longer bind his will anymore - he would either live as a free creature or die as a struggling beast.
No fear clouded his mind - only the longing of freedom guided his thoughs;
No hesitation - walking the path of destruction was a fair trade to avenge himself, for unbribled he was born thus unbridled he would die.
His eyes, mouth and nose could almost taste the treat of blood that would necessarily ensue, be it his own or of his divine enemies.
Weakened he was by his captivity, but unfazed by the omens, and unabated by the odds, he pressed on and challenged the gods with pride.
The plains were covered by the tainted red snow, a magnificent painting created from the interwieved lives of men, god and beast spread across the land through the fierce brushstroke of the cold, merciless steel - A ravaged landscape where the dance of Life and Death was about to enter its final act.
Swift as a lightning bolt, the Wolf slashed through his enemies like a berserk demon leaving nothing but a crimson carpet of plasma wherever he passed.
But he lusted for more, his burning desire thirsting for nothing but the blood of the King.
Thus, he pressed onwards, searching relentlessly for the source of his pain.
He searched, and he found.
The one-Eyed King stood tall in his battle garment
Taunting his spear, a weapon of legend
No display of power would bruise his ego
But in boldness and bravery both warriors were equal
And the Wolf had sworn to smite down his evil
A battle ensued
Both clashed for hours
Spear against fang, hand against claw
Wounds were aplenty
Still they fought relentlessly
Locked in a deadly dance
Both awaiting for the chance
To end it once and for all
The King thrusted his spear in the Wolf´s back
Encumbered with pain, he let out a wild howl
But that only made his anger
Tenfold burn now
And faster then ever
With his mouth he would sever
Merciless as leper
The One Eyed´s hand down
Blood spew from the wound
The great warrior confused
His vision turned blurry
Still dealing with the Wolf´s fury
It would not be long
Before he would fall
Though before sweet victory
He could savor the taste
A new contender came swiftly
To fight face to face
The silent warrior did not speak
Yet still announced his fame
Through actions not words
Vengeance is my name!
The wounded wolf gave his best
Tried to hold his ground
But as the conflict dragged on
His energy ran low
His body became heavier
His speed... Too slow
So it all ended
With a single blow
And pinned down to the snow
The enemy holding his jaw
Revenge guided his hands
To rip off the Wolf´s maw
...and then, there was silence.
No sign of the great battle that united mortals and gods destiny in the same fiery path. No sign of the warriors´ warcry echoing through the valleys, carried away by the wind to faraway lands.
Alas, his rebellion ended
And though some might think
It did not go well
The truth is he died happy
For his greatest enemy
A new home found in hell
He fought, and lost, but he was happy, happier then he has been in any other day during his life, for he defied that which caused his grief and suffering.
The game of life might be lost, but all is well, for by his act he opposed the tyranny of the lords of fate, and was, in death, freed from their cruelty.
Author: Jarbas Lima Alves da Silva
"Fear not Death, for it brings rest to the weary eyes"
