Havoc rains freely . The pain brought by its momentous force develops into a shield for which soft children may play. The movement allotted by the almighty force is given sparely. Children clumsily stumble upon each other. Sadly, the fumes slow lydescend; wringing the life from each child one by one. Blackness sets down and touches the horizion, engulfing all in its torment and evil smiriking ways. Oh, the entertainment of it. Children choking and grasping for life and death laughs from the sidelines. Over yonder, past the last crescent of light fights its way throught the darkness, An image appears. Our hero mounted upon his trusted steed, makes a fast break toward the children. He pushes the horse to run faster than wind. Galloping full speed, fighting his way, he never wanted anything more badly in his entire life. Even muscle in his body is strained. His goal is right in front of him. The child is sitting, trying hard to breath, unaware that his life could end in a few short moments. He calls to the child and extends an arm, praying that the child reachs. The child unsurely puts forth his arm. His fingertips come mere centimeters from the child, but he misses. The great hero misses, the child dies. Eaten from the inside out, right in front of our hero. Our hero can only go forth and attempt to save the other children. The pure innocent children quiver and huddle together. Grouping together for moral support, crying out their tiny little eyes, calling for their mommys. "Oh, please help us!" Their screams for help drive our hero to the verge of insanity. He must save these children, for the well being man. Our hero jumps off his horse, in attempts to grab all the children at once. He prays that the same fate does not occur to these children as with the last one. He grabs them in one huge arm full. He makes for his horse, but only to see it keel over and devoured by the blackness. he runs as fast and his legs will take him. In his arms are four angelic faced kids. He must make it, he MUST. Silent whimpers fill his ears as he strides forth. His mind is filled with one thing, to bring these children to safety. The children wiggle about as our hero runs. Trying to keep everything balanced our hero trips dropping the kids. The children instantly are vaporized as they land on the floor. "NO!" screams our hero. The blackness chuckles at him. Then it bursts into a loud cackle. "Fool!" it screams. "Did you honestly think that you can win?" Our hero has no choice and turns his blade upon himself. A tear runs from his eye as he whispers, "I only tried." He floods the ash covered floor with the red that gives him life. Nothing means anything anymore. Freedom is as bitter as the blood that fills your veins.
Note:
This column is my first one I wrote. It's kinda of the most interested I've written.
