Revenge (at sword point)

Time slowed and stopped as our swords clashed together. The sound rang in the empty hall. Pain tore at my heart. To hear that agonizing sound was horrible. It was what I’d been dreading all of these last few months. Tears began to freely flow from my eyes as I rebounded and jumped forward. He blocked my attack. Thoughts of the past, once scarred in my heart, were now bleeding. Bleeding with the tears I cried. There was a time where I would’ve died for him. And, just maybe, there might’ve been a time when he would’ve died for me.

Our swords clashed again and again. Each clash went faster and hit harder. My arms moved with exact precision and my foot work was executed perfectly without even realization of what I was doing. Soon the clashing steadied to an even beat that kept my heart racing. I kept the pace and tried to pay attention to the fight. But every once in a while my thoughts wandered and I found myself thinking of the past. I tried to fight back the tears. It was almost impossible. I looked into his deep blue eyes. The same eyes that I’d fallen in love with way to easily. The pain still lingered from our broken bonds of eternity. Our bonds of friendship, of freedom, of eternal love. They were all broken. Anger tore at me. I rammed my sword against his with all my strength. It caused him to stagger backwards.

“You will die for what you’ve done to me!” I screamed in fury. I sliced at his unguarded body, drawing blood. My sudden outburst took him by such surprise that he fell backwards onto the white stone cold floor. My reflexes were quick and I kicked his sword out of reach. I now stood over him with the point of my sword aimed at his throat. I felt so powerful.

To have this guy who’d caused me such pain at the end of a sword.
To have him at the point of my sword.
To see him shivering and fearful of my power.
I wouldn’t give up my revenge for anything.