Castle Walls

So When I broke up with my last girlfriend I tried writing a short story. A giant metaphor for our relationship and how I felt. I opened a word doc and just let the words come through my fingertips to the page. Below is the results of a painful day.

“He is back…” the guard was frozen in fear.

Dylan strolled up from the hill, through the fog and the mist. The armor he wore was beginning to fall off, the leather straps that held it together on his weakening body were torn and frayed.  The same armor no longer shined in the sunlight. Now the silver coating was tarnished with the blood of his foes and from his own open wounds. No longer did he carry his shield on his arm or back. It was lost forever on the battle field. His head was no longer protected by the royal helm he once wore. His long hair was clinging to his neck and face from the glue like mixture of blood and sweat. The once radiant eyes were just like his armor. No longer did the green pupils burn with the same passion.  His mouth hung low allowing for as much air to enter into his lungs as possible. The mystic sword that was once the weapon that ripped antagonists apart, severed through the air as he swung, and crippled an entire kingdom; dragged on the ground as his strength could barely lift it any longer. The dust from the dirt trapped itself upon the blood saturated blade.

He stopped suddenly as the guards on the castle walls readied their bows and arrows; waiting for the signal.

Dylan’s head hung as if he was already in the noose that awaited him. For the first time in a while silence fell over the massive castle walls.

“Should we fire commander?” The silence was broken with a trembling armor and mouth of a castle guard.

“Let’s wait and see what he is going to do… He is just one man….” The commander began to shake, truly fearful of what was to come next.

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Dylan let out a roar that could be compared to that of a hundred thousand lions.

“Wonder on knight, There is no longer any purpose for you here!” The commander’s voice began to crack.

“WHERE IS MY—love…?” Dylan could hardly speak. His chest ached as if he was choking on dragon’s smoke.

“Knight I said—“ The commander was interrupted with a bellowing howl that sent chills down the spine of all who heard it. Everyone in the kingdom had chills.

“ARGHHH! I demand to know why these walls now stand before me! I demand to know why MY LOVE hides behind them in her tower! I WANT ANSWERS!” Dylan could hardly stand. The void in his chest was beginning to consume the last piece of him; his heart.

“Ask, my son, ask what you would like to know.” Everyone except Dylan looked at the new calm voice that had walked onto the castle walls. It was the King.

“Why….” Dylan no longer could grasp the sword.

“She is protected now, protected from you! She has become fearful of your ways, your thoughts, and your cold-hearted deeds…” The king walked behind the guards holding tightly to his velvet robes.

“I have done nothing to cause this fear…” Dylan began to sway from side to side.

“You have, your actions show your true intentions and I have been witness to the damage you have caused her. Her heart no longer yearns for you…it yearns for protection from you…. That is why she is behind this wall… that is why she no longer welcomes you into her home or her heart….” The king no longer moved as he finished his sentence.

“I want her to tell me why…” Dylan fell back into the dirt.

“You will never see your love as she once was, Knight. She can no longer love you as she once did. You have been the cause for these walls to be built. Why would she take the chance, risking herself again for someone like you… someone that will just hurt her again…” The king turned away from the sad and pathetic mess of a man that lay in the dirt.

“It is over Knight… Go back to where you came from… go home…” The King’s eyes drifted up towards the tower where a single lit candle danced in the wind. At the shadowed figure that stood behind the flame; the Punk Rock Princess.

Dylan did not move. He lay as if he were already dead. Perhaps the Ghost was right; this love had consumed him whole. The man that was once invincible was beaten and motionless. The guards on the castle walls began to lower their bows. It seems this story was over.

He rolled off of his back, lifted his frail body off the ground. Slowly the Knight known as Dylan stood. His head was the last to rise.

“I have nowhere to go… without her I have no home…” Dylan stared at the castle tower.

“Kill me… if you must…” The knight closed his eyes.