"What are you fighting for?" I ask, kneeling.
Before me, an ally, a battle companion, a friend and a brother. At least, that's what I believed, until I had to face two hard hours of battle, against the person I trusted with my life.
"Your innocence killed you", he replied, looking into my eyes and giving me a mocking smile. The snake I created, inside my own home, alongside my brothers and sisters.
"Your family will die, along with you".
I then think of my sisters, running around in the gardens of our home. Then of my brothers, fighting among themselves, playing pranks on each other and racing on horses. I remember family walks through the cities. I remember our meals and celebrations.
It's not as if my life is passing before my eyes. No, this is not an invitation from death. This is just the origin of everything that represents me. The flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood. I then grit my teeth.
"They are mine!!!", I scream with all my strength. Just like a lion roaring.
I see my enemy's sword arcing in the air, coming towards me. I wait until the last moment, listening only to the whistle of the air, to finally stop the sword, creating sparks a few centimeters close to my neck.
Feeling and holding the razor, of a brotherly fire, was like the shattering of a sword. The vibration in my ear and the sound of the metal fragments, cracking and amplifying a deep rage inside me.
"So you mean you still have strength?"
"I will always have strength, to rip the heads off of bastards like you!"
The truth? I really had no strength left. But my spirit did not allow weakness within me. Not at that moment. Not in this situation.
Very similar to a flame burning and burning everything around it. My heart burned my body, with a strength that I could not even measure. All I could say was that this was the power of my spirit. The power capable of giving me strength and also destroying me.
I raise my enemy's sword to the sky. Using a quick movement, I ignore the sword that comes down towards me again. I just focus on my enemy's heart. Cracking metal, skin and flesh. I smell death and see my enemy's gaze fade.
The body falls to the grass and for a moment I watch, yet another death. I can't feel anything for this death. Just like what happened in the last few weeks. I close my eyes and pull out the sword, stuck in the demon's metal.
Feeling the weight of the situation, I feel the flame in my heart go out and my body falls. I throw the sword to pierce the ground and kneel down once more, as if in prayer. Now just contemplating the whole situation. Completely silent, I search for only one thing, a new point of balance.
Then I look to the sky. The one that saw all my battles and I feel a chill. I was ready to get up once more.