A Warrior Against All Odds

...From behind the walls, he could hear the soft footsteps of someone tiptoeing across towards the doorway. Quitely, removing the bed covers off his pyjama skin, he slips off the bed where his warm body layed and lay in it's place a pillow.

The door seemed to squeak to alarm him of the intruder's entrance as he waited to pounce on his opressor at the right opporunity. A battle club raised high into the air, his heart thumping rapidly against his chest, and the silence of the air - everything awaiting that single moment..

An arrow into where the pillow layed and a quick movement by the enemy to announce the death by removing the covers. Astounded. But nevertheless they never had a chance to counter back. For without hesitation, the Prince throws a hard blow of his trusty battle club.

Searching for a sign of where his enemy had come from. Yet, nothing to prove so.

Movement from beyond the window of his hut.

A slight glimpse showed that an army amount of enemy soldiers had come to invade the city which he had come in years to call his home.

It was his time.

It was his calling.

This time there was no way to turn back time.

It was time to face the consequence of his actions.

A warrior against all odds..