I, Me and Myself

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Nemesis

Bone from the father, unwillingly taken. Hand from the servant, willingly sacrificed. And blood from the enemy, forced. And out of this cauldron he rose, amidst the ghosts of the past, back to life. Though not dead and never forgotten, there he was, all flesh and bone, born again at the last and most ironic place one could imagine. Cloaked in flowing black robes and darker than the darkest day, with gleaming grey eyes and slits for nostrils, he did not need to say a word to represent the awesome and absolute power he represented. And then he saw him. The reason for his downfall. The cause for all his shame and his lifeless life. Just a young weakling, yet representing the oldest power of all; who stripped him of all his existing powers. Forcibly silenced for thirteen years, he was not letting go of this moment. This was his time, his return, his rule and his revenge. This was his moment
There he was. Pinned against the slab of concrete still struggling to get away, knowing it was in vain. Forced to witness the death of his innocent friend and (re) birth of his oldest nemesis. Forced to witness the cause of his deepest darkest longing, take shape into full power amidst the rest of the dead world. Forced to see his ultimate fears come to life. He could run. He may never be the boy who lived again but he could at least try and hide. After all he was only fourteen. But this was the moment he was waiting forever, since he knew the real cause for the death of his parents. This was his time. To face all the reality behind the fame, behind the scar and behind his identity. This was his time to stand up, even if only fourteen. This was his revenge even if it ended in defeat. This was his moment even if it was his last.
The duel took place, between two equally resolved and courageous people, both representing either extreme. But even extremes are connected. By the power of pure determination and courage. They are more common than different. You don’t have to be the Dark Lord to always win. You don’t have to be fourteen to always lose.
Life decides that for you.

Posted by vidi :: 7:06 AM :: 5 wisecracks:

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