It started with a desire…
“I’ll kill you!”
Edward gallantly charged at the monster with his huge sword.
A desire that slowly rose from the depths of his heart…
“Yaaaah!” He shouted as he slashed and ferociously attacked the giant thing; it just blocked his attacks with its crude shield.
It was a feeling that changed from shock, into anger, and ultimately into revenge.
“I should have been able to protect her…” Edward thought to himself as he continuously slashed despite his exhaustion.
It was a brief moment when he got tired in the middle of a fight. She stepped up to attempt to kill the monster that attacked their town. However, she was no match for this creature. One quick blow sent her to the ground, bleeding.
Upon seeing her blood staining the grassy field, a new strength grew within him. Fueled by revenge, he blindly attacked every inch of the ogre that he could reach.
Almost out of breath, his movements slowed and it slowly advanced, and pushed him with its shield.
He tripped, falling on his back.
The ogre, seeing the opportunity, raised his giant, spiked club and prepared to attack.
Edward, for a moment, lost hope.
Then he saw it - an opportunity to kill. As the beast raised his arms to strike, a weak spot was revealed in its armor.
As it lowered the blow, Edward quickly thrust his sword to the spot, sending the ogre reeling in pain as it fell on the ground.
“And were done! That was great Edward.” A voice suddenly said as everyone hurried to help the others.
“Finally! Another minute more and I would have really died.” The fallen lady from a while ago spoke as she stood up.
“Good work, Lynn.”
“Thanks, Greg.”
“What about me?” The ogre, taking off its head revealed a fat, rounded boy smiling despite the sweat trickling down his face.
“Of course you did a good job, too George.” Greg said.
“Hey! Edward,” Another female voice appeared from the mass of people who are now clearing the props. “Guess you’re all ready to go for tomorrow’s contest, eh?”
“Oh, it’s you, Sophia.”
“What’s the matter, buddy? You seem down.”
Edward cast his gaze upon their classmates who are finishing up on the props, under the watchful gaze of their leader, Greg.
“It’s just that I’m afraid I’ll disappoint everyone, that’s all.”
“Nonsense!” Sophia said as she patted Edward’s back rather strongly.
“Listen to me, Ed, my friend. You have nothing to worry about. Just because this is your first time acting in front of an audience, and also being in the lead role, does not mean that you’re bound to screw things up.”
Edward gave and awkward smile. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Just do your best.”
“What if my best is not good enough?”
”If that’s the case, then that’s that. There’s nothing more you can do. You did your best and that is all that matters, you’ll have no regrets.”
“No regrets, huh?” Edward said, his heart feeling lighter.
“In any case, give me my sword,” Sophia motioned over to Edward and took a look at it. It was an intricately designed two-handed, double-edged blade with runes and other designs running down the center of the blade and an old-looking hand guard.
“You did a great job with that one, Sophia.”
“Yeah, yeah, cut the flattery. I know I’m great at crafts already.” Sophia gave Edward a smile.
“It’s a good thing the quality of this prop is good. You have been banging it around too much today.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Hey, don’t sweat it. You can give it your all in tomorrow’s performance. I’ll just give it some checks to make sure that it doesn’t break during the event.”
“If this piece of work is lucky enough to endure your theatrical fight, maybe I can show this off at the next convention. You can come, too.”
“I don’t think that’s my thing.”
“Fine, if you won’t come, at least you can treat me to some ice cream.” Sophia grabbed Edward’s arm as she started to drag him away.
“Alright, alright, it’s the least I can do for the costume and sword you made for me for the contest.”
“Yup, with my crafts adorning you tomorrow, you’re bound to win. Now come on!”
She gave one final tug to Edward’s arm before he finally followed, leaving the scene of students.
He can sense within himself that they will win tomorrow. Everyone is giving their best, after all
