Two knights, one good and one evil, one white armor, and one black armor. A struggle that has been waged since the beginning of time. The battle of good and evil is taking place here in a forest of tall golden trees. It’s in the fall and the calm cool air is heavy. Dew is collected on their armor, and their breath can be seen as clouds from high above. Their breathing heavily at the weight of armor and anticipation of the bought ahead.
The white knight has his sword at the ready with two hands holding the grip. His sword was tilted towards the black knight an aim for a strike. The black knight stands with sword point in the ground and his right hand on the pommel. His left hand clinched in a fist.
Anger could be seen in the eyes of each knight. An anger that had been there even before each had been born. The blood of hate ran wild through them. Their line of progression through life were similar and mirrored each other. Just one turn here and a quarter turn there and the pieces head in different directions, but yet, they still end here, face, to face.
A birds call echoes through the air. Leaves are falling around them. The ground is moist and saturated with dew. A deer walks to a stream to drink. Lowering its head it laps some water in its mouth, but then clang. The deer’s head raises quickly looking around, hard to pin point the sound as it echoes around. It starts to narrow the area and then runs away tail up as more clangs are heard. The forest freezes from the actions and listens to the music of battle bouncing here and there, but then it stops.
The knights are standing in mid battle catching their breaths. Each equally trained, experienced, and ready to push to their limit. Each are now watching and waiting for the next move to be made, but who will make it. Their eyes are fixated on each other watching their hands, feet, and eyes. They are both trying to get the upper hand on one another.
The black knight moves first grabbing his sword and spinning around then bringing the sword from up high down with great momentum. The white knight first went in to strike but must block the blow from on high. The blows brings down much force and pushes the white knight back. As he gathers himself the black knight advances and comes forth with a strike from left to right. Again the white knight blocks the blow. Taking the moment the white knight turns his sword vertical and towards the left to block the black knight’s sword from coming back to his left. In that move he steps forward and lands an elbow to the left side of the black knights face. The black knight staggers from the hit and catches his feet turning quickly to bring himself to a guarded stance, as the white knight swings his sword from a high position sweeping down. The black knight side steps and turns his body to the left, away from the white knight and then as the white knights sword smashes into the dirt, he throws his shoulder and pommel into the gut of the white knight. The blow pushes the white knight back and off the attack.
Both knights regather themselves and prepare to once again engage. Their movements are slower now, and with each blow they grow more tried, but neither will stand down and one will kill the other. Both know that this battle will have to end with a victor. In life there always has to be a victor.
The white knight with both hands on his grip take the sword and pull it down to his left side and the point going behind him. His right foot forward he readies to charge. The black knight holds his sword above his head ready to swing down. The white knight charges giving out a yell as he engages. The black knight brings his sword down. The white knight spins to the left, taking his sword and coming around. The swing connects to the knight on the back of his right thigh. The black knight falls to one knee then rolls forward, turning as he gets up to face the white knight. The white knight charges taking advantage of the moment and swings left to right. The black knight blocks, then blocks again as the white knight swings again from right to left. The black knight is getting thrown off his stance and starts to stumble. The White knight continues to strike out. In one swing the Black knight spins out of the way causing the white knight to miss his mark and get thrown off balance. The black knight grabs out and then spins about to the left throwing the white knight to the ground. In the process of doing so he himself falls to the ground.
Laying on his back black knight looks into the sky. Out of breath and his body aches. His leg is on fire, and he can feel the wetness of the blood falling from his leg. He saw leaves falling and a bird jumping branch to branch collecting twigs. It chirped a tune that was clear and crisp in the morning hue. His glance caught a leaf falling off a limb. He watched it weave back and forth, spinning around and gently gliding down to the ground. It blocked out the sun every once in a while as it danced in the sky. Finally it passed right by his face and landed on the ground right next to him.
The white knight lay face down on the ground. His breath hard to gather to him. He looked behind him seeing the black knight on the ground as well. He looked back at the ground he was laying on. Coughing, he struggled to move as his body was exhausted and wanting of rest. Something moved on the ground in front of him. He focused in on it and saw that a fall flower was opening from the morning light. Its color was brilliant and touching. The dew laid in beads on each petal. He watched as one started to roll off a petal. Its delicate structure bent ever so slightly as it neared the end, then it released the drop spring back to its position, than it was at rest. The drop fail free to the ground and instantly, faster than the knight could see was splashed on the ground in a circle darker than the dirt around. There was no sound, just motion to it all.
The black knight lifted his head looking towards the white knight. He was moving to get up. He looked about him for his sword seeing that it was just out of reach of his right hand. Leaning to his left on to his elbow he started to push himself up. He sat and then rolled to his right. Grabbing his sword with his left hand, he placed his point in the ground and used it to crutch himself up.
The white knight pushed himself up to his knees, then pulled his sword to the point and took one knee off the ground then pushed himself up. He looked back see that the black knight was starting to stand to. The white knight turned his sword upward. He looked at his blade and saw the dirt and grass on the blade. Then he caught his reflection of the mirror edge. He closed his eyes and then turned facing his enemy.
The black knight took his sword and through it onto his right shoulder to help with the weight. Neither wanted to move. The effort to just stand was weighing on them both as they thought of their next move. The white knight looked the black knight was up and down seeing that his leg was in bad shape with the crimson color staining the chain mail of his armor. He pulled his sword up and pointed it once more at the black knight. The black knight limped to a stance reading himself. Taking one step the white knight lunged forward thrusting his point at the black knight. The black knight rotated on his left leg to dodge and the attack and then brought his sword down to smash the sword from the white knight. The connection nearly took the white knight down, but he balanced himself, by free his hands from the grip. Standing and backing up the white knight sought out an opening to get his sword. The black knight took both hands on the grip and swung hard left to right. The white knight took his left arm and raised it, letting the sword connect in the side. The hit even with armor sent pain echoing through his body. He yelled out, but gained his composure and brought his left arm down grabbing onto the sword. At this moment the black knight’s right leg was forward and he could not pull back. The white knight kicked out at the black knights hurt leg. The connection brought the black knight to one knee and through instinct the reach a hand down to the leg. The weight of the sword was too much and he brought the blade to the ground. The white knight stumbled to his sword. Bending over to reach for it, sent shock waves of pain through the knight. He knew that some of his ribs were broken. His breathing was already labored but now there was even more problems.
The white knight grabbed at his right side. There was a dent in his armor, but even with the armor he could feel pain from the slight pushing on it. Taking his sword he pointed once more at the black knight. The black knight using the sword as a crutch pushed himself up and then forwarded his sword making his last stand. The blood now was flowing well.
A yell was let forth from the both as they took swings at each other. Clinging and clanging rang true through the forest abound. Birds took flight from the reverberation of sharp metal being bent and twisted through unnatural ways. Blows came and made marks, but still the went on.
The white knight raised his sword high and went to bring it down, but his side gave way causing him to lose his swing. The black knight had raised his sword up parallel to the ground to block. Taking it down, he thrusted forward the point. It contacted metal, and with all might he broke the metal plate that shielded the white knight. Contacting skin then bone. It hesitated slightly going any deeper. The white knight did not tire to resist, feeling a hand grab his back and pull him forward. The black knight’s sword pushed forward till contacting metal on the backside of the white knight. The white knight smiled and then cough spitting blood out. The black knight hugged the white knight. Both dropped to their knees. The black knight straightened the white knight looking at him. Watching as the life that was just moving faded to nothing. He lowered his body then head to the ground. He placed his sword on his chest and crossed his arms. He then stood forgetting his sword on the ground. He was limping away to the stream that was near. Wanting a cold drink of water. He stumbled slightly having to catch himself with a tree here and there. Falling to the ground he placed his face in the water taking in the water. Its coldness streaking down his throat to his stomach. He raised taking in a deep breath of relief. Crawling to a nearby tree he sat leaning against it. Looking u the knight once more saw the sky and leaves of the forest, now dancing from the warmness of the sun. The wind was starting to pick up. Leave were falling onto the ground and stream about him. He smiled at the sight. A twig broke and he looked across the stream. There stood a deer watching him. The black knight just sat watching the deer. The color of his face started to run away. He unlatched the strap under his chin and removed his helmet. He sat it on the ground next to him. Looking down at his leg he saw that blood was pooling on the ground. He smiled and looked back up at the deer, as it drink the water. He smiled then it faded and his head bobbed a bit, then more, till finally it fell to a rest. His life gone, his body stayed leaned against the tree. The wind blew about the forest, and the trees danced about. The battle was over, leaving only life to move on.