read this hilarious story i wrote for english:
The Salvation of Xaoman
I sat by the window in my lonely dwelling watching the sun set. The light shone in just enough to illuminate my hand. It seemed as if every day a new wrinkle would appear, and a new vein would become visible, the veins through which once flowed prosperity and hope, honor and devotion. But now I was merely an old, depressed man living alone, with nothing to do but remember my past. This had become routine over the last 30 years, after my mother and father, the King and Queen of our country, had perished and left the throne to my older brother. There was no place for me anymore, so I became a recluse.
I did my fair share of battling in my prime years, but unlike the others, I couldn’t help feeling horrible after the enemy’s blood was shed. Knowing that I had caused the death of another was the worst feeling in the world. Although, in order to maintain my honor and respectability I had to carry through with whatever was demanded of me.
The battle I remember most vividly was the one with Halkigen, the demon trying to take over our country 30 years ago. When Halkigen was spotted within country borders, my father whispered in my ear “Xaoman, the country is depending on you”, and I fought my hardest, emerging victorious after a long fight. This demon was unlike the others, for he possessed human characteristics, and I still can't forget how I felt watching him die.
It haunts me still, and I wish there was something I could do to get the image out of my mind and move on with life. But there is no way, and no reason to carry on, for I can’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I have been planning a long time for tonight, and now I am ready. As I reached over onto the windowsill, the moonlight illuminated the dagger just as it had the hand that now held it.
I sat by the window in my lonely dwelling watching the sun set. The light shone in just enough to illuminate my hand. It seemed as if every day a new wrinkle would appear, and a new vein would become visible, the veins through which once flowed prosperity and hope, honor and devotion. But now I was merely an old, depressed man living alone, with nothing to do but remember my past. This had become routine over the last 30 years, after my mother and father, the King and Queen of our country, had perished and left the throne to my older brother. There was no place for me anymore, so I became a recluse.
I did my fair share of battling in my prime years, but unlike the others, I couldn’t help feeling horrible after the enemy’s blood was shed. Knowing that I had caused the death of another was the worst feeling in the world. Although, in order to maintain my honor and respectability I had to carry through with whatever was demanded of me.
The battle I remember most vividly was the one with Halkigen, the demon trying to take over our country 30 years ago. When Halkigen was spotted within country borders, my father whispered in my ear “Xaoman, the country is depending on you”, and I fought my hardest, emerging victorious after a long fight. This demon was unlike the others, for he possessed human characteristics, and I still can't forget how I felt watching him die.
It haunts me still, and I wish there was something I could do to get the image out of my mind and move on with life. But there is no way, and no reason to carry on, for I can’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I have been planning a long time for tonight, and now I am ready. As I reached over onto the windowsill, the moonlight illuminated the dagger just as it had the hand that now held it.