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The Warrior's Deaths
The Warrior's Deaths
The Warrior's Deaths
It was her, my beloved bride from another time, promised to me ages ago. She didnt
fully recognized me, neither did I, though we had finally found each other. The doubtless lack of
the other made us approach as opposite poles.
So, when I found myself in the dark lands of the underworld, the will to see the light
once again gave me strength to fight and deserve my rescue. I found myself by her side, who
took me with a smile, for she finally remembered our story.
From that moment on the climb to the top flowed better and better. Ive returned, a short
time ago, to live a different life. Im a warrior of modern days, a soldier looking for redemption,
a gladiator a few meters from his goal.
I can see the light now, that one at the top of the cliff, it shines full of hope and love.
With it I see everything Ive ever loved. It gives me strength to go on anxiously and quickly; I
dont want to fail. Even if I step on the wrong stone and miss a few inches, I do not feel
despondent. The climb is long, but not impossible.
I will be there: the real Utopia, Valhala, Olimpus, Paradise. I sit by the side of the Gods
and taste their nectar of knowledge, the one that disarray the wisest of men.
At the beginning, they told me the truth:
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