A hail of arrows flooded on the assailants. Arrows pierced through their armored plates with ease, but nevertheless several enemy warriors managed to come closer to Cert’s troops. One of them was a stones throw from the professor. He swung his sword to hit Cert. Cert kept a cool head and shot an arrow at the knights’ chest. The arrow-head went through the armor and punctured aorta. A stream of blood spouted at Cert and all over the ground.
“The boy had good heart,” Cert thought ironically.
The knight fell dead from his horse. On sight what had happened, the rest of enemies fled like little girls as fast as their feet could carry them.
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Luis was a few steps from the now unveiled monster which had aimed a bow at him. On his last effort to exalt his name; he swung his sword to split its head open and immediately he felt paralyzing pain and heard a rumble. For a moment he was unaware of what had happened but after a few seconds he stood up near his battered body. However, he did not take much interest with it, as his main focus was to kill the beast. The monster was several feet away from him and seemed not to see him. Luis tried to reach out and take a sword which lay close by to the corpse but his palms went through the steel. He looked at his hand but he saw no visible injuries. He was surprised but had no time for reflections.
“I’ll kill the shrimp bare-handed,” Luis thought as he ran and jumped at the monster.
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Cert flinched. He felt like a spirit had passed through him.
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Luis went through the enemy in a flash and landed in front of the monster. He tried to cover himself from being stepped on by the monster. And behind him he heard repeated laughter. He turned towards where the laughter came from and saw two other similar monsters that resembled the one he had just attacked.
“Hey guy! What are you doing?” with a laugh one of the monsters turned to him. “You are already died”
“What…?” Luis was greatly surprised. “How could it be? I can see you? I’m talking to you? Who are you?”
“We are spirits too, friends of that guy whom you attacked,” the second monster answered, pointing at a group of people told. “Try to talk with those people. For sure, then you’ll find out.”
“Of course, they are busy fighting,” Luis remarked.
“OK! Look at the corpses whose swords you tried to take.”
Luis looked at the corpses one after another and one of the monsters pointed at one; he was frozen.
“You see,” the monster was speaking. “This is your dead body.”
Luis looked in disbelief as he ran his hands through and through over his battered dead body. This got him a bit emotional upon the crushing realization that he was truly dead.
“You are right,” Luis stammered as he acknowledged it. “It’s me, but it had to be different. For all those the gruesome training, sacrifices and battles that I went through, the time I took in preparing and I got killed in first minutes of my first battle.” Luis started to sob his heart out. “How is it possible? I had to be a hero but I didn’t have enough time to prove myself before my death. How did the old warriors that courageously managed remain a live? And now out live me.”
“Some of them told the true heroic stories; events that took place in the battle fields or how they treacherously killed enemies. While the bigger numbers only told fictitious stories and imaginative stories but in the real sense they fled with their tail between their legs from battles,” the first spirits explained. They told you a load of rubbish. Those who bravely took part in battles, usually finishes like you. Your old friends became braver and braver after battles. At times, you could even hear the self righteous ones how they solely defeated all armies.”
“Look, you still cannot believethat you are dead,” the second creature said as he pointed a group of people who fought and their dead bodies lay on the ground. “They too cannot agree with death.”
Simultaneously, near Luis a tunnel began to open from which flashed pleasant white light. He felt some strange force was pulling him into the tunnel.
“The boy had good heart,” Cert thought ironically.
The knight fell dead from his horse. On sight what had happened, the rest of enemies fled like little girls as fast as their feet could carry them.
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Luis was a few steps from the now unveiled monster which had aimed a bow at him. On his last effort to exalt his name; he swung his sword to split its head open and immediately he felt paralyzing pain and heard a rumble. For a moment he was unaware of what had happened but after a few seconds he stood up near his battered body. However, he did not take much interest with it, as his main focus was to kill the beast. The monster was several feet away from him and seemed not to see him. Luis tried to reach out and take a sword which lay close by to the corpse but his palms went through the steel. He looked at his hand but he saw no visible injuries. He was surprised but had no time for reflections.
“I’ll kill the shrimp bare-handed,” Luis thought as he ran and jumped at the monster.
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Cert flinched. He felt like a spirit had passed through him.
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Luis went through the enemy in a flash and landed in front of the monster. He tried to cover himself from being stepped on by the monster. And behind him he heard repeated laughter. He turned towards where the laughter came from and saw two other similar monsters that resembled the one he had just attacked.
“Hey guy! What are you doing?” with a laugh one of the monsters turned to him. “You are already died”
“What…?” Luis was greatly surprised. “How could it be? I can see you? I’m talking to you? Who are you?”
“We are spirits too, friends of that guy whom you attacked,” the second monster answered, pointing at a group of people told. “Try to talk with those people. For sure, then you’ll find out.”
“Of course, they are busy fighting,” Luis remarked.
“OK! Look at the corpses whose swords you tried to take.”
Luis looked at the corpses one after another and one of the monsters pointed at one; he was frozen.
“You see,” the monster was speaking. “This is your dead body.”
Luis looked in disbelief as he ran his hands through and through over his battered dead body. This got him a bit emotional upon the crushing realization that he was truly dead.
“You are right,” Luis stammered as he acknowledged it. “It’s me, but it had to be different. For all those the gruesome training, sacrifices and battles that I went through, the time I took in preparing and I got killed in first minutes of my first battle.” Luis started to sob his heart out. “How is it possible? I had to be a hero but I didn’t have enough time to prove myself before my death. How did the old warriors that courageously managed remain a live? And now out live me.”
“Some of them told the true heroic stories; events that took place in the battle fields or how they treacherously killed enemies. While the bigger numbers only told fictitious stories and imaginative stories but in the real sense they fled with their tail between their legs from battles,” the first spirits explained. They told you a load of rubbish. Those who bravely took part in battles, usually finishes like you. Your old friends became braver and braver after battles. At times, you could even hear the self righteous ones how they solely defeated all armies.”
“Look, you still cannot believethat you are dead,” the second creature said as he pointed a group of people who fought and their dead bodies lay on the ground. “They too cannot agree with death.”
Simultaneously, near Luis a tunnel began to open from which flashed pleasant white light. He felt some strange force was pulling him into the tunnel.