Doodspoor 2; the last journey of a knight
I prayed to the sky, asked Her to come and willingly went down on my knees.
I am with my sister, she's holding my hand and we gaze to the stars in hope of a sign.
memories seem to be flooding my head and thoughts, sitting there on the cold ground but yet i'm calm even with death looking upon us.
i think of my kids, i leave them behind. not knowing what happend to me and why.
but i do this for the greather good, to save them from being harmed by our ancient enemy.
i open my eyes and see the medic draw a dagger and collect blood of our 'ritualists', and i know the time is near.
i feel calm and serene, i pray to Baba Jaga to come and save us.
i flinch when the medic is done with collecting the blood of the ritualists, and i know we are next. will it hurt? does dying hurt?
dou you see your life flashing by? do you regret the things you have or have not done in your lifetime.
when i look up from gazing i'm just in time to see the medic put the dagger in my sisters body and i start to cry.
i see her fall, as in slow motion. her blood slowly flowing out of her body. her spirit leaving her once brilliant mind.
the medic comes and kneels with me, she says she is sorry.
I grab hold of her and put my head on her shoulder and whisper to her "don't be afread, just do it"
and i feel the steel slid inside my body, i cry out in pain and the world get's fuzzy, i die and join my sister.
I feel light, and i watch myself lying on the floor with my sister. surrounded by the ritualists and their defenders, holding ground against Koshjaj's minions. i can watch but not interfere.
it takes awhile, and people start ot get weary and cold. but i feel something pulling on me, the scene starts to go brighter and brigther. but i can not give in just yet! i must know She made it. i linger and watch.
and there she is, the mistress herself. and i stare upon her great appearance.
i feel a hand upon my shoulder and turn around, my sisters laugh and call for me.
i do not look back
I am with my sister, she's holding my hand and we gaze to the stars in hope of a sign.
memories seem to be flooding my head and thoughts, sitting there on the cold ground but yet i'm calm even with death looking upon us.
i think of my kids, i leave them behind. not knowing what happend to me and why.
but i do this for the greather good, to save them from being harmed by our ancient enemy.
i open my eyes and see the medic draw a dagger and collect blood of our 'ritualists', and i know the time is near.
i feel calm and serene, i pray to Baba Jaga to come and save us.
i flinch when the medic is done with collecting the blood of the ritualists, and i know we are next. will it hurt? does dying hurt?
dou you see your life flashing by? do you regret the things you have or have not done in your lifetime.
when i look up from gazing i'm just in time to see the medic put the dagger in my sisters body and i start to cry.
i see her fall, as in slow motion. her blood slowly flowing out of her body. her spirit leaving her once brilliant mind.
the medic comes and kneels with me, she says she is sorry.
I grab hold of her and put my head on her shoulder and whisper to her "don't be afread, just do it"
and i feel the steel slid inside my body, i cry out in pain and the world get's fuzzy, i die and join my sister.
I feel light, and i watch myself lying on the floor with my sister. surrounded by the ritualists and their defenders, holding ground against Koshjaj's minions. i can watch but not interfere.
it takes awhile, and people start ot get weary and cold. but i feel something pulling on me, the scene starts to go brighter and brigther. but i can not give in just yet! i must know She made it. i linger and watch.
and there she is, the mistress herself. and i stare upon her great appearance.
i feel a hand upon my shoulder and turn around, my sisters laugh and call for me.
i do not look back