In the darkened wood, Sirrius could see like no other
His shadowed years now served him well
And would aid him in quenching his thirst for revenge
Every drop of blood was for them
In the distance, a campfire flickered
Sirrius knew this area well, his enemy better
He walked with the certainty of a charging bull
Yet seemed to glide as mist over leaves
Approaching his prey, a twig snapped underfoot
Kurgan threw his gaze
Yet there was nothing, Sirrius had vanished
Kurgan stood and drew his claymore, also thirsting
The others sat and smiled at one another
Laughing quietly at Kurgan and his paranoia
Glarthir, the scout, did not laugh
He followed Kurgan into the blackness
Moments later, Kurgan returned carrying Glarthir
The latter of whom having several wounds
Most notable of which, a deep lasceration to the throat
Had been the first and fatal blow
Hearing the nearby whistle of an arrow, Kurgan fell to the floor
Another fell beside him and did not return to his feet
Now only Kurgan and Masyaf stood, both ready
Their blades drawn and their brows wet with fear
Emerging from shadow, Sirrius was not burdened by emotion
His eyes burned with the fire of his family
His heart needed to answer their cry for revenge
To somehow undo the deaths that he had caused
Masyaf was the first to charge, unleashing a vicious lunge
Sirrius stepped aside, dodging the blow
His blade skewered Masyaf’s thigh, grounding him
Kurgan watched and realised he couldn’t run
Lowering his sword, Sirrius smiled at Kurgan
‘Release me, friend. Send me to my family’
Kurgan’s heart slowed and his fear subsided
He laughed and ran towards Sirrius
Taking a swipe at his opponent’s head
Kurgan fell off balance, missing his target
Sirrius ducked and fed his blade
Kurgan’s blood flowed onto Sirrius
Taking his weapon, Sirrius turned to Masyaf
Masyaf cowered and pleaded with him
Tears ran freely and his voice subsided
Sirrius just stared blankly at his foe
‘They never wanted this for me
They knew I could be better than all of you’
Masyaf groaned and his breath was erased
Only Kurgan was left alive, for the moment
Sirrius stayed with Kurgan for a short while
Watching the gasps for air and bloody coughs
As the dawn approached, Sirrius gathered the corpses
And burned the wretched woods down
Kneeling in front of his wife and son, he watched the sunrise
And prayed for them. Now was the time.
His tears glistened in the sun andwet the sand around him
His hand, grasping his sword tightly
He had one last man to blame
One last demon to send to hell for all time
Yet he could not do it
He knew, somehow that it wasn’t right
Sirrius went on to live a quiet life in the hills
Above the ashes of wretched wood
His love for his family, ever present
And reminding him of what was still ahead
Now he is at rest
Living with his wife and child once more
Without care
In a world of bright horizons