Lost Champion

“Lost and alone I wander in search of my light”

The man that was once her champion now alone battle scared and weiry,wandering through the sleeping forest unable to see the path to the light now lost in an endless labyrinth of living shadows and haunting memories. 

Stricken of his armour and sheild all that remained clutched in his hand was the blade that caused the near fatal wound, using this he cut through the thicket searching for the guiding path back to his sanctuary where he could be left in peace, free of the torments and living shadows that followed him.

Voices calling caught his ear upon hearing cries from those closest to him the exhausted champion moves towards them, cutting through the veil of darkness before him the warm familiar light of his brethren appeared before him.
Hesitation set upon him with a choice, join those reaching to help pull him free and follow their path or fall back into the sleeping forest in search of his own path once again….the choice was simple.

“I turn, not away from your light but towards my own which casts the shadows I now stand in, I will find my self in the end of my journey through this forest and join you all again” 

Inner Struggle

“The hardest battle we ever too fight is that between our own head and heart”

Wandering thoughts keep me awake throughout the night refusing to let me sleep, refusing to let me forget, refusing to give me silence and freedom from the pain that had burrowed so deep. 

It would seem opening my very heart and soul to take the leap of faith has not only caused me to become more than what I once was but also expose me to the darker side of my thoughts and allow a seething hate to take its grip. 

Seeing only lies and a shadow of a person I try desperately to break free from this path I am on. 

The events of the past few days have caused a turmoil that I did not expect and brought with it a burning desire of curiosity, a question “why say what you have said, Is the truth so hard for you to speak…Are you that weak? just tell me the truth” My insatiable lust for knowledge and understanding that had protected me with logic was now starting to cause cracks in my armour. 

“It’s funny really, that which keeps us safe can eventually turn against us without warning”

Fighting the temptation to send a message asking that one simple question required more strength than climbing the highest mountain in the eye of a storm. 

Do I take the risk to find my answers?