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Amarth · 12-01-2003, 05:34 PM

"I'm not so *yawn* tired." Matt walked back to his spot and layed back down. As he closed his eyes, he began to think of his own past, and his old sword.

FLASH

Matt walked with his sinsei through a large field. They were merely taking in their surroundings and enjoying themselves after a hard training sessions. On their walk, they came across a butterfly stuck in a spider web. Matt looked on for a moment and then reached to release the creature. "Don't touch it!" barked his master.

"But, I thought we were to treasure life."

"Indeed we are, but to save this butterfly would be to kill the spider that caught it, do you see? To release it would be playing God, deciding which creature has the right to live." Matt looked back at the web, trying to absorb the lesson as he watched the spider crawl towards its victim.

"Understand me Matt, all life is sacred and you must treasure every ounce of it. However, sometimes there is a need to kill. For instance, food." The spider began to wrap his prey in his web. "The animals exist in a balance. If the spiders did not limit the butterflies, they would exhaust their food supply and all die out anyway. We must never kill out of anger, or on a whim, and it is never EVER okay to kill another human being. But there is a balance to life that you must accept Matt, as much as you may want everyone to live." The spider sank its fangs into the butterfly, drawing its juices.

FLASH

The bandits had come without warning. There were many treasures in their monestary, so they had pretty tight security, making an unalerted attack a rare event. Many of Matt's friends were killed in their sleep without making a sound. Matt awoke to his master's shaking him. "Get up Matt! We're under attack!" Matt rolled and fell out of bed, stumbling around trying to make sense of what was going on. He first thought of his closest friends. He went to their rooms one by one, finding them all slaughtered. They had never even woken up. When he got to the last room on the row he paused. He wasn't sure he wanted to see his closest friend Stephen on the other side. When he opened it, he saw him there covered in his own blood. He had not recieved the peaceful death of the others but had obviously awoken before they got to him. His sheets were tossed around the plain room and he looked like he had put up quite a struggle. "No." Matt pulled his sword and ran out the door. He could see the bandits all crowded around the treasures they had pulled out of the storehouse. It seemed as though they had only killed those living in this section of the monestary to ensure safe retrieval of the valuables. He began to run towards them when he tripped over something. It was his sensei. He was not dead, but knocked out. At this sight, Matt could see only red. He ran with incredible speed towards the bandits. He took out four of them before the rest could even realize what had happened. "What? You can't kill anyo..." His sentence was cut short by a sword taking his head off. The twenty or so that were left quickly drew their own various weapons and surrounded him. Matt jumped at one piercing his body with his sword. Before he could fall, he went on to the next, leaving a large gash across his chest, exposing his lungs and heart. He went through the entire group this way, and when he was finished, he stood, covered in their blood, still enraged, searching for his next victim. He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around with his sword, stopping it just as it touched his master's neck. The man didn't even flinch. "Matt... how could you? You're no different than him." Matt thought of his father and remembered him coming home with his sword covered in blood, just as Matt's was now. He dropped the blade and began crying as he fell to his knees. The stench of blood filled his nostrils.

FLASH

Matt crushed the rock he was laying on as he tossed in his nightmare.

12-01-2003, 05:34 PM	#156 (permalink)
Amarth Loser Location: About 50,000 feet in the air... oh shit.	"I'm not so yawn tired." Matt walked back to his spot and layed back down. As he closed his eyes, he began to think of his own past, and his old sword. FLASH Matt walked with his sinsei through a large field. They were merely taking in their surroundings and enjoying themselves after a hard training sessions. On their walk, they came across a butterfly stuck in a spider web. Matt looked on for a moment and then reached to release the creature. "Don't touch it!" barked his master. "But, I thought we were to treasure life." "Indeed we are, but to save this butterfly would be to kill the spider that caught it, do you see? To release it would be playing God, deciding which creature has the right to live." Matt looked back at the web, trying to absorb the lesson as he watched the spider crawl towards its victim. "Understand me Matt, all life is sacred and you must treasure every ounce of it. However, sometimes there is a need to kill. For instance, food." The spider began to wrap his prey in his web. "The animals exist in a balance. If the spiders did not limit the butterflies, they would exhaust their food supply and all die out anyway. We must never kill out of anger, or on a whim, and it is never EVER okay to kill another human being. But there is a balance to life that you must accept Matt, as much as you may want everyone to live." The spider sank its fangs into the butterfly, drawing its juices. FLASH The bandits had come without warning. There were many treasures in their monestary, so they had pretty tight security, making an unalerted attack a rare event. Many of Matt's friends were killed in their sleep without making a sound. Matt awoke to his master's shaking him. "Get up Matt! We're under attack!" Matt rolled and fell out of bed, stumbling around trying to make sense of what was going on. He first thought of his closest friends. He went to their rooms one by one, finding them all slaughtered. They had never even woken up. When he got to the last room on the row he paused. He wasn't sure he wanted to see his closest friend Stephen on the other side. When he opened it, he saw him there covered in his own blood. He had not recieved the peaceful death of the others but had obviously awoken before they got to him. His sheets were tossed around the plain room and he looked like he had put up quite a struggle. "No." Matt pulled his sword and ran out the door. He could see the bandits all crowded around the treasures they had pulled out of the storehouse. It seemed as though they had only killed those living in this section of the monestary to ensure safe retrieval of the valuables. He began to run towards them when he tripped over something. It was his sensei. He was not dead, but knocked out. At this sight, Matt could see only red. He ran with incredible speed towards the bandits. He took out four of them before the rest could even realize what had happened. "What? You can't kill anyo..." His sentence was cut short by a sword taking his head off. The twenty or so that were left quickly drew their own various weapons and surrounded him. Matt jumped at one piercing his body with his sword. Before he could fall, he went on to the next, leaving a large gash across his chest, exposing his lungs and heart. He went through the entire group this way, and when he was finished, he stood, covered in their blood, still enraged, searching for his next victim. He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around with his sword, stopping it just as it touched his master's neck. The man didn't even flinch. "Matt... how could you? You're no different than him." Matt thought of his father and remembered him coming home with his sword covered in blood, just as Matt's was now. He dropped the blade and began crying as he fell to his knees. The stench of blood filled his nostrils. FLASH Matt crushed the rock he was laying on as he tossed in his nightmare.