of Victory and Triumph

Something I've wanted to share about. I know some of my grammar errors are pretty obvious but screw grammar when the message is more important.

of Victory and Triumph.

Pain spreads through her body. She has been hit by a stray arrow. She grimaces as she pulls the wood and metal with all her might. Crimson red liquid streams down her right leg and forms a puddle of blood. The city is being destroyed by the armies from the kingdom of Darkness. One by one, homes are being demolished, bridges are burnt and towers are torn down. King Pravus’ massive army of sinister fighters and bleak knights raced through the paths within the inner city. The sky is painted with the colours of devastation and fills with cries of agony from the people. Her faithful companion, Venia, is soaring through the sky and expertly dodging the weapons hovering in the atmosphere. The warriors fight valiantly but their courage are rewarded with death or decapitation. Many drop onto the scarlet sand, lifeless like a sack of potatoes. They know that they are slowly but surely losing grip of the stronghold. Within minutes, the armies of Darkness will reach the fortress and wipe out all the warriors. Many of them are weary and wounded. Though eager to stand and fight to protect their city, their companions summon them to retreat. One by one, the warriors withdraw and heads for the sanctuary hidden within the century-old trees on the plateau. As they ride towards their place of refuge, the princess feels faint and she loses her consciousness before her head hits the ground.

She wakes up, feeling extremely hungry. Her tummy growl like a famished lioness and her eyes swiftly sweeps around the room, searching for anything that can tame the violent acid work in her tummy. She spots the bread and butter on the platter across the room that is silently whispering her name, tempting her. She salivates unladylikely. She tries to rake her fingers in attempts of reaching out for food and pain shoots through her spine. She feels like she is electrocuted by lightning bolts. She wails in pain. The wound on her right leg is wrapped but the blood stained the cloth, forming a blossoming rose. She is in pain but nothing can compare to the agony and hurt of losing her home to the king of Darkness. Venia coos nearby and next to him, fruits and olives that he has collected from the nearby woods. He picks the fruits and feeds the princess. The sugary sweetness of the fruit melts in her mouth and her hunger slowly goes away.

The princess is asleep but she is repetitively whimpering. She is tearing up like a baby hungry for milk. She however, is hungry for her family’s well-being and her city’s safety. She turns around, causing the sheets to wrap her like a mummy and suffocating her in her own tears and despair. Venia whistles and sings harmonious tunes and melodies to calm the princess. He weaves assurance and comfort as he sings the song of victory and triumph. He sings of greatness and holiness. The song soothes the princess and she gradually slips back into slumber. The veil of serenity and tranquillity consume the bits of insecurity and failed relationships as the sun rises on the east, promising a glorious day ahead.

Her wound begins to heal and although she will never be as vicious and swift as she was before, her heart longs for home. She yearns to wage war on King Pravus and reclaims her city for her people again. Venia perches on the window as the princess lays punches and blows on the burlap sack of grain. Bullets of sweat form on her forehead and her blouse is soaked. Her muscles scream and beg for mercy but her raging desire to fight keeps her going. She throws more hits before the sack gives way and pours out the grain it contained. She looks at Venia as he laughs at her misfortune. She smiles for the first time since retreating to the sanctuary and Venia hoots along with her.

Her wound has healed and it boears a mark. A mark of sacrifice. A mark of her gallant act. But nothing can be greater than salvaging the city and reclaim their rights. She is ready for battle. Venia has found the perfect armour for her in the sanctuary. She puts the breastplate of rightenousness, protecting her heart from the spears of the evil and the wicked. The belt of truth buckles snugly on her waist and her feet are fitted with the shoes of readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. And on her head, she wears the helmet of salvation that guards her from the daggers of deceit and deception. In her left arm, she holds the shield of faith, mighty against the flaming arrows of the armies of Darkness. In her right arm, the most powerful weapon of all, the sword of the Spirit. The double-edge sword catches the moonlight and glimmers in all its glory. And on her shoulder, rests Venia. Her eyes are filled with raging fire, ready to soar like an eagle and strike like a falcon. Tonight, they ride back to the city. Tonight, they reclaim their land for their people. Tonight, they fight for glory and reign victorious.