Descendant

Descendant

Wake up...Wake up listen to me young descendant, you may not be as your father, you may not be as your mother the curious, but young descendant you were born to do one thing, young descendant you were born to protect those in need.
Listen my friend time to wake up…come on wake up, my friend do you understand what the world is asking of you, do you understand that you were born to do something great, listen young descendant you lost your parents, your brother died, your sister burned alive, but young descendant you were protected, it wasn’t us who did it, your family did everything in their power to protect you, young descendant your destiny is to save humankind.
You have awoken from your slumber, I ask you now are you ready, please young descendant rise, rise above everything, take arms, create power, show your inner strength, your inner beauty is your power, it is that, that’s what keeps you alive, young descendant I ask you this little question because in a moment your friend will be killed, it is your duty to save her, please rise to your promise, rise to what you are, rise for us, rise for her.
Your knees aren’t tough, it isn’t that you don’t want to save her; it is that you just can’t save her, but friend that’s not true, you have the power, the power within you to save her, please rise from your damnation, if this is truly your last standoff why not go off with might, with pride, with being a true hero, born from a hero dying like a hero.
As you arise from your grave your heart is pumping, your body cannot withstand much more pain, you might be a hero but your body has sustained too much, but nevertheless you are ready, you begin to run, faster and faster, will you ever save her, will you make it in time, will you die, these things are everything you wonder about, you don’t really care anymore though but what will the end be like.
As you reach the ground you see her, a man is telling you to step aside as he don’t need anyone else to get hurt only a poor girl is to die tonight he says, you walk slowly towards him, and he threatens to kill her, then suddenly you are gone, he cannot see you anymore, the girl cries while the man laughs very loud and is ready to use the knife.
As he takes the knife up by her side and is ready to cut her tiny throat you suddenly take the knife out of his hands, he didn’t see you, she didn’t neither, he runs for safety, but you know that the only safety she will ever have is if she never meets this guy again, because if there ever would be a next time your body wouldn’t be able to sustain anything you would fall to pieces.
You reach the guy, he stops and says that if you truly want peace for her then you have to accept his offer, you wonder very much what his offer would be like, he says that he will kill himself only if you kill yourself afterwards, you look at him and says why, that wouldn’t make any sense, he tells you that he will be back, he will haunt her for the rest of her life, but if you kill yourself he won’t, you look closely into his eyes to see if he truly means it, his eyes show contempt but his heart is true and he truly means it.
You shake his hand and promise that your death will be, he looks closely into your eyes, you are true he can see that, he tells you to kill him, you reach for a knife and cut his throat, afterwards you take the knife into your hands, she runs over to you and asks you not to do it, you look at her and says “Listen a hero dies, a young woman lives, a criminal dies, a young woman lives, heroes don’t live forever, criminals neither we are very much alike, I save people he kill them, the only difference is a life, I chose to save you, I am just a hero, it is a fair trade, young woman a fair trade.” As he says that he cuts into his throat and falls into the raining water.
She falls down onto his body and cries, he stops breathing, the story ends here, a hero dies, a young woman lives on, isn’t that a fair trade, a promise, the criminal wasn’t actually a criminal, it was the inner spirit of the hero, the will of the hero, in the end he saw it through the eyes of the criminal, he saw himself, he saw the crime that he was making, he saw himself killing the girl, but in the end he knew what to do, a fair trade wouldn’t say, he was a descendant of heroes, it was his oath, also his own, in the end he made his choice, his choice to save her, a heroic fair trade.