Writing Assignment 6 Final draft

The village was a bright flower, surrounded and protected by the might trees of the forest. Everyone who lived in it was happy and prosperous, but the happiest villager of all was young Sason. He lived a carefree life: running and playing in the fields, feasting on the foods of the land, experiencing life as a child. The morning began as usual; he ate in a hurry so he could go play with his friends. After playing for hours in the forest, he soon wandered off from his group and soon fell asleep by a mighty oak tree. Hours drifted away, before he was awaken by the smell of smoke. He jumped up, and saw that the smoke was coming from nearby. He rushed home and stopped to see what was before him. His village lay in chaos; houses burned, live stock rotting, corpses crisp, and the bodies; pounds and pounds of the dead scattered around. Some were mutilated, some were burned, others just lay there as skeletons. Sason’s mind couldn’t handle it. He ran forward in a frenzied panic, just hoping to find some life. He ran to his house, which was in turmoil. He found his family, in a state beyond imagination. Sason just stared at all the blood, flesh, and the burning fire. He then let out a scream that was like a mother having her just born baby being forced back inside her. Sason wandered the forest, crying all the tears he had him, staggering along in an emotional daze. He was later awoken after all his crying had put him to sleep, by an eagle headed stranger, serious in face and massive in physique. “I saw what happened to your village, and can understand all that is happening with you right now,” he spoke, “I too am among the few of my kind. Do you wish to learn how you may avenge your family and village?” Sason nodded and he got up and followed the eagle headed stranger.

The eagle man know simply as N took Sason in. For five years, Sason stayed in a dark cave, constantly being attacked by N until he could fully defend himself and knock N out of the cave. He was trained in the art of the sword, battle strategies, stealth, and other ways of the warrior. When he turned 21, N felt it was time for him to go on his journey. Sason left N with a few special items; a great sword made by N’s father, a crystal shard that gave him the power of invisibility, and the scrap from the flag of who was responsible for the death of his village; the Gul clan. For many endless years Sason wandered the lands, killing any creature or species that had any relation to the clan: goblins, ogres, trolls, giants, the list went on. He killed with perfection and accuracy, only slipping once in his travels; when he was captured by a group of goblins. He made the mistake of stepping on a branch while sneaking up on them, but that was corrected when he broke the guard goblin’s neck, and preceded to kill every last goblin that had held him. All the death and evil he saw before had killed his humanity, sometimes he found women held captured along with him and before he let them go, he would rape them. He looked older; his face was a crumbling sculpture, his hands raw with death. He had truly lost himself; he had even cut off the pointed part of his ears just to look human. He finally had a name when a troll he had cornered buttered out the names of the clan leaders and where their headquarters was. Sason soon found it, a dank fortress of solitude and deception. Taking a deep breath, he charged in; cutting away at the sight of any moving blurred figure. Bodies flied behind as he inched nearer and nearer to his ultimate desire. Finally, he made his way to the top of the fortress and burst in to the leaders’ room. They were of many races; goblin, human, ogre and wore very elegant armor. They drew faces of shock at their sudden intruder. Sason then preceded to chop, slice and cut away at the leaders as he imagined they did to his people. He left when he was done; all of the leaders heads were decapitated, their guts spilled out, and their blood painted on the walls. Sason just walked out of the fortress, accomplished yet numb in his heart. He continued walking on until he reached an ocean plain, where he saw the wondrous sight of the sun climbing past the dew that was the clouds. He broke down, crying for both the loneliness of himself, the sin he had done just in order to feel complete, and also for not seeing such beauty in life. He continued crying until a ripple appeared in the water. A beautiful goddess like spirit appeared from the lake. Her golden hair flowed long enough to touch the water from where she floated. Sason felt warmness with the sight of her, something he had not felt since he was young. She looked at him with her clear blue eye and softly spoke “Rest easy warrior. Though you have the blood of many upon your hands, you have achieved wisdom and understanding beyond any creature, which has lay hidden within you until now. Go now kind spirit, and spread your love through the land.” Sason then saw the spirits of his family next to the goddess, smiling at him. He began to shake and convulse, shaking with such intensity as if he was possessed. His heart stopped. His body laided on the ground as the ocean tide swept him away. Though dead, he was finally free from the prison of his misery, and allowed to be free in a beautiful place outside time and space.