First of I want to thank TheDarkEclipse for making me a guest poster here. Now as my post I will actually post something that I had to write for my English class.
I can't remember the theme of that exam, but I am pretty sure that this tale was inspired to me by the anime titled "Scrapped princess". I hope that you will enjoy.
Tale of the scrapped dream
Church... The sole organization that ruled the medieval world. The sole purpose of it was lost, but to battle all evil was not. They spoke about chivalry and justice, but what was all that? Was it worth to kill an innocent child? That question will be asked by a knight who has forgotten the true meaning of the word “justice”. The will take that child’s future into his own hands.
Bartur Amelio Shonnun was a grand master of the teutonic order, the most powerful organization at that time ruled by the church. He was only second in command next to the pope. Pope always spoke about believing in one Divine Ruler (God) and to worship only him. Those were the words that Bartur always spoke to himself and those that he believed in. One thing was not clear to him however, of all the people. Pope was the bond between this and the Other world. But why a man? Surely he was probably someone divine and non-human, but does that make him someone more or less special and is he actually always In the position to choose? These were the questions that bothered Bartur. Still he kept his trust into his leader, pope Gregorian the second. He was like a pure light, only thinking about good and helping everyone. He never went to a war, he never banished anyone who didn’t believe in the true faith. He was the one that always gave hope for Bartur… He was like a father to him.
The suddenly one night in the year of 998, pope Gregorian died. No one knew the cause. Some even thought that it was the act of assassins. The investigation was to be sent with Bartur at position in all the rage and anger, to find who could have done that. He rushed to the pope’s room but only to be stopped by a young priest who shouted “Thou shall not pass!” A lighting bolt struck and the sole leadership in the air could be heard. He said to the teutonics to put down the weapons as he is the new pope, pope Julian and said that the act for former pope’s death was done by no one other than “the Devil” himself. He then stated and gave the order to already confused Bartur that he should gather all citizens from Rome near the pope’s palace as he has something important to say. This was done and the pope, already in his new looks,, came outside of the balcony, looked towards the masses and said:
“A new age has begun! Believers, we must crush the evil that sleeps. We must kill the child of the Devil. That child be will be born on 31st of December 99 and will be of the royal blood. If that child enters alive 1000 year, everyone in this world shall perish.”
Those were the words of the pope and the words that everyone believed in. Everyone, except Bartur. He was still in shock and couldn’t believe all that. He knew that the next order is going to be to kill that newborn child and that order was meant to be done.
A year has passed and just s the new pope said, a young girl was born in the midnight eve. The girl’s name was Patricia and she was already loved and cherished by her beloved parents. Instant in that moment an attack was launched. Bartur, cold in his soul and with eagerness in his eyes, stormed the castle with his fellow knights. He killed both the king and the queen and took the child into his own hands. He rushed towards the highest cliff and stood there with that baby girl. In that one moment when he was about to let her go, time stopped around him. He saw the beautiful and lovely smile in that girl, stretching her arms towards him… Girl was left to her own destiny and her doom. Just as the clock pointed at twelve hours, she fell never to smile again. Bartur was in shock… He stood there for hours and hours looking down the cliff. It was as the living left from his body and only a shell remained. He burst into tears and in all that, his rage exploded. His heart was never stronger, his will never bigger. His eyes glowed with the red color. He promised to himself that he will make changed and went to do that… to the capital of the world, Rome!
With a sword in his hand and a warm heart, he battled all his own knights screaming that one name in the process: “Julian! Julian!!!” Pope left his chambers and went to the balcony only to see what was happening there. Bartur took his sword and with a big smirk on his face, tossed it towards the pope with all his might. The sword was flying and flying and in that one moment when it was about to hit its target, pope dodged and it missed. Bartur fell on the ground, already covered in blood and with no hope. He was about to accept death. Death came, but in all that he saw the future. He saw a beautiful young girl standing and smiling at him. He finally died with a smile on his face…
It will only be 15 years later when a fifteen year old girl will come to take a look at the same place where all that happened only to find not the blood, but a statue and underneath the statue there was a text:
“ Here sleeps and rests Bartur Amelio Shonnun, the hero who won the most important battle known to a man… He battled his own heart and tried to change the destiny.”
The young girl smiled and looked towards the clear blue sky with a strong hope for the human kind…
The End
(Note: All the names of the characters and of the events are fictional. However, the true main event and people’s hearts stay to the truth of the original historic data.)
